#narnian handwriting

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hc: when the pevensie siblings come back to england after the Lion, the witch and the wardrobe, they all have a fancy cursive handwriting and all their teachers are very impressed.

To the point where they call Mrs. Pevensie and tell her that Peters handwriting is now readable and he gets better grades.

And Susans handwriting was already flawless before, but now it just got a little more fancy.

I belive Edmunds handwriting got a lot more cursive. i think he wrote really small and barely readabe letters before but now it's still small but more cursive and elegant.

Im kinda torn between thinking lucys handwriting is absolute chaos now (like it was fine before, but now she even uses different narinan languages and even some ancient runes or something and no teacher understands anything) OR it was a mess before (like with every child her age lol) and now her handwriting looks like written by and adult (to the point where the teachers accuse her mother of doing her homework and that lucy is somehow cheating. / I think while growing up in narnia she had teachers who showed her how to write perfectly and bc she was so young they had the most influence on her writing style. And obviously since she grew up there her handwriting developed with her. so when she came back her handwriting looks all grown up and the teachers dont understand how, bc they had a hard time getting her handwriting to be even readable (honestly they had the fear, that her handwriting would develop to look like her brothers). And now they all have fancy handwriting) (also is it noticeable that Lucy is my favourite? xD)

At some point they just decided the children were bored when they were in the country and decided to learn how to write fancy (Susan probably saw how bad her siblings handwriting was and decided that just wouldn't do)

Also the Pevensies all use fancy weird narnian words that the teachers dont understand but pretend to bc they dont want to look like children have a better vocabulary than they do

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★ | A TWISTED SURPRISE . JPEG

PAIRING ! edmund pevensie x f!reader

IN WHICH you entertained your lovers big slip up

it was a quiet day in cair paravel. everyone had taken the day off to relax after the tiring week. with all the meeting and formal events planned, it's difficult to do so.

you enjoyed the silent halls on these rare occasions. no one frantically running to their duties from one place to another. a book in hand and the sun shining through the library windows, it was the perfect morning.

that is until your lover barges in the library a little bit too bizarrely. he takes a moment to catch his breath and meets your eyes. "oh aslan, that's your 'i did something bad face' isn't it?" you sighed, forgetting your book.

"it's not as bad as you think love," edmund protested. "what did you do ed."

"i might have made a tiny slip up.." he started. carefully choosing his next words. "i accidentally called you my wife while i was talking with the advisors and our people have been sending wedding gifts."

the worry and panic in his features made you burst into laughter. "you haven't even asked for my hand in marriage," you chuckled.

the corner of his lips curled upwards, a sweet lopsided smile. "and i plan to do so, my love."

edmund offered his hand for you to take. a silent invitation to see what all this madness is about. you playfully rolled your eyes at his tactics, intertwining your hand together.

you walked side by side through the castle corridors. quietly asking how he planned to spend the rest of the day, with the intention of asking him on a date.

"i plan to spend it with you, ofcourse."

you smiled cheerfully, squeezing his hand as a silent 'i love you'. he lit up at the gesture and lifted your interlocked hands to place a soft kiss on your knuckles.

finally arriving at the grand ballroom. you peaked your head inside and found piles of gifts. some neatly placed in stacks, while others were on the verge of falling.  "you certainly weren't lying about the abundant amount," you lightly chuckled. quickly saving those in desperate need of stability.

edmund smiled warmly, completely smitten by your sweetness. he watched as you shifted from a corner to another. only stopping once a gift caught your attention.

you stared fondly at a certain present given by a little girl and her father. a handmade music box. attached to it is a letter, decorated with little doodles. you gently unfolded the parchment. revealing the sentimental and heart warming message. written in beautiful handwriting are the words, "may your love last for eternity."

"ed! come quick!" you called. but, there was no response or small scurrying of his feet towards you.

so you tried again, "darling! you have to see this." you softly creased the beautifully crafted box. inside, you found a figure of you and edmund. twisting the handle to reveal its magic. a narnian melody played as mini you and edmund came to life, dancing and waltzing.

you smiled love struck and giddy from the warmth spreading through your body. "edmund, you seriously have to see this—" your sentence being cut short by your boyfriend on one knee.

"oh aslan.. you planned this didnt you? you sly king."

he smirked, already sure of your answer "is that a no?" you were probably ugly crying but edmund looked at you like you were a goddess.

"yes," you mumbled, trying to hold back a sob. edmund chuckled at your response, "yes?"

"yes ill marry you king edmund the just."

tears are now flowing down your cheeks. you threw yourself into his arms causing him to tumble back. he smiled fondly, kissing the side of your head. your cries muffled agaisnt his shoulder.

you hugged him till your cries turned into small hiccups. pulling back to pout at your now, fiance. "i hate you," you hiccuped.

edmund couldn't hide the amusement in his features, "we both know that's far from how you truly feel."

you huffed, "you plotted all this on purpose."

"i love you too darling," he giggled. swaying you in his embrace.

ed is right though, irritated was the furthest thing you felt right now. not with his arms secured around you. you melted against him, surrounded by his love and warmth.

"look at me love," ed whispered, tilting your chin up. he leaned down to press a soft peck on your lips. tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"i did plan all this. i told everyone beforehand that i was going to propose, and asked their help."

you watched him slide a beautifully crafted ring. fall like leaves engraved to signify the season of your anniversary and now engagement. center is a carnelian crystal, something that reminded him of you. his source of courage, energy, and motivation. edmund softly brushed his fingers on your ring. admiring the way it rested on your finger.

"now, let's go celebrate our engagement with a ride in the woods," he smiled.

a dopey grin spread across your face, "glady." you gently put away the music box, still playing its music. happily rushing through the corridors. hand in hand with your soon to be husband

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- everyone gets jewellery. peter in dangly earrings? yes. susan wearing thin, intricate necklaces? yes. edmund with neat rings? yes. lucy has thin arm bracelets because i say so. 

- also make up, in so many variations. see ‘play with it like children’

- peter continues to enjoy bareback riding 

- speaking of make up, plenty of creatures decide to regale susan with gifts of various materials that quite easily become fantastic paint and make up

- lucy stims the most out of them, followed by edmund. susan and peter don’t stim nearly as much, but get some new ones throughout their reign. edmund is a master of masking when it comes to courtly matters.

- peter gifts them all protection charms that are unique to them, and makes sure that they’re easy to carry around 

- lucy makes them all try painting at least once

- they can all sing, and hearing all four together is a heavenly experience with its own narnian magic 

- peter is the only one who doesn’t pick up an instrument

- after harsh times, lucy drags all her siblings out into the early morning so they can sit and listen to narnia’s heartbeat together 

- edmund can have the neatest handwriting of them all if he wants to. he can also write incomprehensibly, especially when he wants to mess with peter

- edmund and peter sparring always draws an audience

- lucy practices braids on all her siblings, and develops a style for each of them. she is very proud of this, and can barely stop grinning whenever one of her creations is worn to official business. she is also adamant that everybody else learn with her.

- susan perfects comfort, from tea and food to which songs to sing after a nightmare. she smiles with dimples whenever her siblings come to her. 

- peter has created quite a few battle songs with the army

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Pureheart: Part 16 (Caspian x Reader)

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You led Lucy into your room while Caspian dealt with Edmund. You rummaged through your things to give Lucy dry clothes and something more suited for the ship. Since the boys were in the other room, you turned your back to let Lucy change.

"What's it been like sailing with Caspian?" she asked.

You smiled at the wall in front of you. "It's amazing sailing for so long. I never knew I had so much love for the sea. And now you and Edmund are back. I expect nothing less than a grand adventure."

Lucy giggled. "I'm so glad we get to see you and Caspian again. We've missed you so much."

"It's been lonely without you."

"But you have Caspian, right?"

"Of course, but we've both been terribly busy since your departure."

Lucy announced she was covered. You turned around and smiled. She looked like a true Narnian adventurer.

"How are Peter and Susan?"

Her smile faded a little. "They've been in America with Father. America is another land in our world that is very far from where we live in England. Susan keeps getting love letters and proposals over there."

You saw Lucy's disappointment in herself the longer she talked about Susan. You waved her closer and began to brush her hair with your brush. "If you're worried about finding love yourself, it will come to you when it's time. You're young! Enjoy what you have now. You may miss it when it's gone."

"Speaking of love, there's something different between you and Caspian. What is it?"

You sniffled, nearly dropping your brush. "I don't know what you mean. Nothing's changed."

"Are you kidding me? He can't keep his eyes off you! And I'm pretty sure I saw some drool on your chin when he and I were pulled out of the water."

"I think you're seeing things, Lucy."

She turned once her hair was in a low side ponytail. She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, okay." You stepped closer and kept your voice low. "Caspian... he may have confessed romantic feelings for me after you left."

"And you feel the same way, too?"

"That's where the problem lies. I said I couldn't give him that. It hasn't deterred him in the slightest. Then I might have fallen into a drunken stupor and said something to him."

"What?"

You squeezed past her to dig through your trunk. You pulled out a book you brought and pulled out the bookmark from between the pages. You handed it to her. "That... apparently. I know he's not lying– he wouldn't do that. Also... I did... think about it for a moment."

Lucy's eyes glittered, staring at Caspian's handwriting. "Really? And you keep this with you? Do you love Caspian?"

You choked. "No... No, not like that. That paper was the first thing I saw for a bookmark."

"So, it was easily accessible."

"Lucy, please."

"What? You have to feel something for him if you're carrying around your confession written by his own hand."

You looked at the floor and picked at your nails. "I don't know, Lucy. I don't know what I feel."

"Is it so hard to admit you love Caspian?"

"I don't love him... romantically."

"I don't believe you."

There was a knock at the door. You sighed in relief.

Caspian's voice came through. "When you're finished, Lucy, I have something to show you and your brother."

Lucy gave you one more look before opening the door and grinning at the king. "I'm ready."

You and Caspian met stares. Somewhere deep in your soul you knew he heard the conversation. You knew it in the way his gaze softened, in the way his hand pressed against the small of your back as you walked by. He knew you couldn't decipher your feelings, which meant you had some in the first place. Caspian knew you were thinking about the word love, no thanks to Lucy.

You put your gaze low as you followed Caspian, Lucy, and Edmund to where Caspian stored their things. He never traveled without them just in case.

Lucy was drawn to the golden head of Aslan carved into the wall. She said the lion's name so lovingly and ran her fingers over it. Edmund neared a painting of him and his siblings back when they ruled Narnia.

Lucy's eyes traveled across the room. "Look!" Edmund turned to see her near Susan's bow and quiver of arrows.

You crossed your arms and leaned against the wall as you watched the youngest Pevensie's explore the room. Caspian glanced at you and smiled before pulling out a box from a cabinet, calling out to Lucy.

The young queen went to him, grinning when she saw what the box held. "My healing cordial and dagger!" She reached out but paused. "May I?"

"Of course. They're yours."

You tilted your head and smiled at her eagerness as she took her things. You were so happy to have Lucy around again.

Edmund looked at you with a smile before he noticed the sword displayed on the wooden counter near where you stood. "Peter's sword."

Standing up straight, you moved out of Caspian's way so he could take the sword and hand it to Edmund.

"Yes," Caspian said. "I looked after it as promised. Here. Hold it if you wish."

"No, no. It's yours. Peter gave it to you."

Still holding the sword, Caspian stepped toward the cabinet again, his shoulder brushing yours. "I did save this for you."

The Narnian king pulled out a flashlight, which you learned its name later, and tossed it at Edmund. He caught it easily, thanking Caspian, and proceeded to shine the light in his face.

You chuckled at the same time Caspian stood in front of you holding out the sword. Without being asked, you wrapped your fingers around it and took it. His eyes shot up from your hand to your face and he smiled brightly.

Caspian let go. "Thank you."

"Yeah," you nodded, holding the sword close to your chest.

He turned with one last look at you before taking Lucy and Edmund back on deck to find Drinian.

You carefully placed the sword back in its place and took a few calming breaths. Lucy's words repeated through your head as you left the cabin for some fresh air.

Later you, Drinian, Caspian, and the Pevensie's gathered around Caspian's desk where he unrolled a map of Narnia. Everyone leaned over– except Drinian– as Caspian told Lucy and Edmund what happened in Narnia since they left.

"The giants in the north surrendered unconditionally," he said. "Then we defeated the Calormen armies of the Great Desert. There's peace across Narnia."

"I hadn't realized how much you've done, Caspian," you said glancing up at him. "Is that why you had to leave Anvard so quickly? The armies in the south?"

“We were actually on our way back to Narnia when I stopped by Anvard.”

"There's peace in Narnia?" Edmund's face was full of wonder.

"In just three years."

You looked at Lucy just as she tucked some of her hair behind her ear that had fallen out of the ponytail. Her eyes shifted to you for a second and she grinned at Caspian. "And have you found yourself a queen in those three years?"

You coughed, lowering your head to look at the map. If you didn't acknowledge it, she didn't say it, right?

The corner of Caspian's mouth turned up at your reaction. He had an idea. A test.

"No. Not one to compare with your sister."

That hurt. It cut deep. It wasn't a matter of who Caspian chose. He told you Susan no longer mattered. What happened at the tree three years didn't mean anything to him.

Your eyes met Caspian's and you saw the mischief pooling there. Your brows furrowed. Caspian saw for a second before Edmund changed the subject, sensing the tension rising. You took that chance to slip past Drinian and out of the room.

If Caspian's words were meant to bother you, well.. they did. And it made you angry. Frankly, you had no desire to look at him or be in his vicinity. How dare he joke about something you were struggling with? He knew your apprehension and if he was only teasing you... You clenched your fist and kicked over a bucket of dirty water.

A few curious eyes looked in your direction as you muttered under your breath and set the bucket back up. You even took the brush to scrub the deck and used it to clean up the spot you dirtied.

Edmund found you later. You were leaning over the railing at the bow of the Dawn Treader. Some water nymphs were swimming beside the ship. You were watching them with a smile. You didn't want to think about Caspian and what he said anymore.

"Caspian is looking for you."

You rolled your eyes and faced Edmund. "It's not hard to find me. There's nowhere to go." You leaned back against the railing and crossed your arms. "I don't want to see him right now anyway."

Edmund nodded and assumed the same position beside you. "What he said wasn't smart, huh?"

"What would make you say that?"

"Did you want him to tell Lucy he found you?"

"No, because we aren't anything."

"A blind man could see there's a change. It's okay to admit what he said hurt."

You chewed the inside of your cheek.

"Oh, come, Y/N. Even if he was joking, it hurt you."

Looking at your boots, you fought back frustrated tears. Being called out by Edmund didn't feel good.

"Tell him he hurt you. He might be a good king, but he acts like a kid sometimes. I don't know what's happened since we left. No matter what has, he shouldn't have said that."

"I don't want to talk to him right now."

"Okay. I suggest you talk to him soon though. No need to end the day without an understanding between each other."

Sighing, you pulled Edmund into a hug. "Why did you have to leave when I needed you most?"

"Well, Susan would have still been here," he laughed. "You and Caspian had to figure things out without her around."

"Do people come to you for things like this in your world?"

"Definitely not. I'm just a kid to them."

"It's a shame they can't see you for who you are, Edmund." You smiled at him. "I promise to talk to Caspian later. If you could... keep him occupied for a little while longer, I'd be grateful."

"I'll do what I can. Caspian is desperate to find you."

"Tell him I'll find him soon."

Soon didn't quite happen. You took shelter below deck to help the cook, Tahl, while the crew passed the time with sword fights. You would have participated but spending time with Tahl was much more entertaining.

"Land ho!"

You and Tahl rushed on deck where the unmistakable mound of land sat nestled between sky and water. Tears caught in the corner of your eyes at the sight. Finally, the adventure was leading somewhere. Hopefully to Caspian's success.

Tavros shouted for the dropping of the anchor, for the sails to be pulled up, and the longboats to be prepared. Caspian and Drinian bounded down to the lower deck, Edmund following them. You rushed over, catching Lucy along the way.

"Need another sword?" you asked. You kept your face stoic when you met Caspian's apologetic eyes.

"Absolutely."

You nodded once and went to get your things.

Minutes later, you were sitting in a longboat with Lucy, Eustace, and a few other sailors. Eustace grumbled about having to come along, which Lucy mentioned he could have stayed behind. Then he ranted on about how he couldn't stay on the ship with so many beasts on board that could kill him.

As the first boat reached the dock, Reepicheep leaped off the front. "Onward! The thrill of the unknown lies ahead!"

Your boat slid in beside the other. Lucy was helped out first and you followed, except the hand you grabbed was Caspian's. Your eyes met and he apologized a hundred times with that one stare. Not wanting the others to worry about what was going on between you and the king, you squeezed his hand once before letting go and standing by the stairs. At least it was something.

"Couldn't this have waited until morning?" Eustace said too loud.

"There's no honor in turning away from adventure, lad," Reepicheep said back.

Lucy interrupted. "Listen."

Caspian crept up the stairs past you and Edmund. The sound of his boots scraping on stone and Eustace struggling to get out of the boat were the only sounds.

"Where is everyone?" Lucy looked around at the seemingly abandoned island.

Reepicheep said something to Eustace just as he wobbled out of the boat and onto the dock. It was rather embarrassing.

"And you're certain he's related by blood?" Caspian asked the Pevensies from the top of the stairs.

You followed behind Caspian and Edmund, Lucy behind you. Reepicheep scampered past everyone and sat on the stone wall of the ramp leading into the city. Everyone's eyes were on various areas in case there was any life around. You accidentally bumped into Lucy because of your stern gaze down one side of the docks.

A gong rang. Eustace nearly screamed. Caspian aimed his crossbow up toward the city. You and Edmund pulled out your swords while Lucy searched high and low for life. Nothing.

Caspian moved first. "Reepicheep, stay here with Drinian's men and secure the place. If we don't come back by dawn, send a party."

The mouse bowed as you all started up the ramp.

The streets were as quiet and empty as the docks. There was no sign of life anywhere. It kept everyone on their toes. Well, except Eustace who didn't seem to understand the danger of being loud.

He came jogging over from a building he peered into as the other three of you neared a door to the largest building in the center of town. "Yeah. Looks like nobody's in. Do you think we should head back?"

You put your finger to your lips while Edmund looked at his cousin.

"Do you want to come guard... something?"

Your gesture went ignored.

"Ah, yes. Good idea, cousin. Very, uh, logical."

That was the first time you saw Caspian, Edmund, and Lucy appear worried about the reliability of another person.

"I can stay with him," you offered. "Guarding always works best with more than one person."

Caspian looked like he was pained by the idea of you being out of his sight, but he came closer all the same. He handed Eustace a dagger– the boy nearly fainting at the sight of it– and he came over to you.

The king stared at you, his deep brown eyes holding all his fear and worry. "Please... be careful."

"I will. Watch yourself in there, too."

It was as if Caspian wanted to say more, but he didn't. He nodded and followed the Pevensies into the unmarked building.

"So, uh, you don't really think we'll have to fight anyone do you?" Eustace asked.

"We can never be too careful. Maybe if you lowered your voice–" Your words fell on deaf ears.

"It's a ghost town! There's no way anyone is here!"

"Please, Eustace. Lower your voice."

The man sneaking up behind you almost got to you, but the scuff of his boots in the dirt caught your attention. You swung your sword, turning to put Eustace behind you. You missed the man.

Eustace screamed as bells rang louder than before. Another man appeared, easily getting the young boy in his hold. The dagger Caspian gave him now in the hands of the other man.

You shouted and shoved the sword fighter away to get to Eustace. The glint of the dagger froze you.

"Ah," the man smiled. "It seems the woman has a head on her shoulders."

You lifted your sword to swing again, but the man holding Eustace stopped you.

"Drop your sword or the boy loses 'is tongue!"

"Tongue?! No! You wouldn't!" Eustace struggled against his hold to no avail.

You knew the man wasn't lying, so you let your blade fall to stone. The man you had been fighting grabbed your hands behind your back and touched his blade to your throat.

"Be a dear and scream so your friends will come save you."

The clash of swords was clear from inside the building.

"No."

The man with Eustace laughed and pushed the boy toward the building. "Then we shall do this another way."

Eustace let out a shrill noise just as both men pushed you inside. All fighting ceased.

"Unless you want to 'ear this one squeal like a girl again, I'd say you put down your weapons."

You glared at the man, jerking your hands in hopes of breaking free. Of course, it didn't work.

"Y/N!"

Caspian called out to you, causing the man with Eustace to grin wickedly.

"Y/N? As in the princess of Anvard?" He looked at you. "Many would pay a high price for a princess. Especially one sought out by many kingdoms."

"Let her go!" Caspian shouted, attempting to run toward you. He was stopped by several men who stood near him.

"Drop your weapons now or the princess will lose a finger!"

You cringed since your captor shouted in your ear. It made you angrier.

Had Eustace been quieter, maybe none of you would be in that position. Instead, Edmund, Lucy, and Caspian were forced to throw their weapons on the floor. Cuffs were slipped around their wrists. Lucy started getting dragged toward you as the man with Eustace spoke again.

"These three will go to market. Send those two to the dungeons."

Caspian nearly took the men holding him to the ground as he fought to get closer to the slave trader making the order. "Listen to me you insolent fool! I am your king! Release us!"

A new man dressed in nicer silks and jewels came out of the shadows. "Actually, someone else is going to pay... for all of you."

You, Lucy, and Eustace were dragged one way and Edmund and Caspian the other. It became a flurry of begging and calling out to one another. Lucy cried out for her brother. Caspian shouted out that he was king and then called your name. Edmund called for Lucy. Eustace cried. You cried, too, telling Caspian everything would be okay even though you had no idea if any of you would come out alive.

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The room probably had an official name, but you had taken to calling it the map room in your head since you had sat in there with the maps of Fareha and Caspian’s people. That was where the servant led you. A guard had come to the door and told you and Eloise that it was safe once more. After returning Eloise to her room, the guard explained that two Reiman soldiers were waiting with Caspian, Lom, and a mixture of Farehian and Narnian soldiers.

You took a deep breath to steady yourself before you let the servant open the large doors. With your crown on and your head held high, you stepped into the room. None of the men were sitting but they all turned to face you.

“Queen Y/N,” Caspian greeted with a short bow as he moved to your side. “Negotiations for a truce were requested and they asked for your presence.”

You gave Caspian a nod as he led you to stand with Lom. The captain gave you a low bow and stayed at your side as you were directed towards two Reiman soldiers. The younger one looked a bit overwhelmed, but he hid it well. The older one had a look that reminded you of Lom.

“Well here I am. I believe I am the reason you’ve come to Narnia with an entire battalion of men?”

The older one stepped forward but immediately frozen when Caspian, Lom, and all of the soldiers present stepped forward as if to protect you. He held his hands up to show that he wasn’t armed before he stepped back to his original place.

“Queen Y/N, there has been something going on for a very long time within Reiman and Fareha. We have been at war since before you were born, but it was with the death of your father that Reiman finally got the upperhand.”

You didn’t need to be reminded of that. And you especially didn’t want to be reminded by your enemy.

“Yes, I’m aware of the circumstances surrounding the animosity between Fareha and Reiman.”

The man’s eyes darted around the circle of people around him and then back to you. You did notice that his eyes had lingered on Lom, but it seemed that whatever he was looking for, he didn’t find.

“With all due respect, I don’t believe you are fully aware of the circumstances. And that is the reason that my battalion of soldiers boarded a ship as soon as we heard you had come this way.” 

“If your plan was to attack the queen here in Narnia and believe that there would be no repercussions, I hope you realize now that you were wrong. Not only would that make you a target for Fareha, but it would put you at odds with Narnia as well since we are now allies.”

Caspian spoke so passionately that you couldn’t help but feel a bit warmth fill you inside. You had turned to watch him speak and when you turned back to the Reimani soldier, you were surprised to see relief. Surely he would not want you to be allied with Narnia as that would make you powerful. Possibly even more powerful than Reiman.

“Why did you come Narnian to find me?”

The soldier’s shoulders tensed as he met your eyes.

“There is someone betraying you in Fareha; someone who has been doing it for a very long time. They have been working with Reiman forces to take over bits and pieces of Fareha for years. And before that, they worked with the Reimani king to kill your father.”

You stumbled backwards but Lom’s hand was there to keep you steady. His face was a mask of disbelief and fury as he made sure that you were alright. Once you were righted once more, you cast a look over and caught the surprise and disbelief on Caspian’s face as well.

“You accuse someone within my trusted ranks of these atrocities? What is your proof? This is the word of an enemy, nothing more.”

The younger soldier held his hands up and was careful to show that he wasn’t going for a weapon. He reached into the vest of his uniform and pulled out a letter that was folded over and over, the parchment worn. He held it out towards you but Lom took it. He inspected the outside and handed it over to you without reading the words.

With a steadying breath, you opened the letter. It was old, the date back from… before your father died. The letter was addressed to someone you didn’t know, but the handwriting was familiar. Even more familiar was the name at the bottom.

You skimmed the words and then had to start over. As you soaked it in, you could feel your hands start to shake.

“This… this cannot be,” you breathed as you held the letter to Lom. Once he had read it and come to the same realization as you, you covered your mouth and shook your head. “I left Percival in the care of the man who had our father killed. Admiral Waylen is a traitor to Fareha.”

Caspian moved over to accept the letter from Lom. Once he read it, he held it back out to you. You folded the parchment carefully and put it into the folds of your dress.

“He has made it so that your forces are either not where they need to be or kept the numbers small enough that they were easily taken care of by whichever Reiman force they met. He even had them lower their banners during certain battles so that the other side would not realize they were fighting Farehian soldiers.”

You turned and looked at Caspian. That was how your men had fought Narnia so many times without Narnia realizing what was going on. All this time you had made Narnia the enemy but it was a betrayal from inside. Admiral Waylen who had guided your hand so many times in matters of war.

He was the man who brought back the story of your father falling on the battlefield. And by the contents of the letter in your possession, he is the reason your father fell. He led him into a trap.

“I left my brother with that man,” you said in a low voice as you reached up to grasp your pendant. 

The moment your fingers wrapped around it, you felt as if you were transported even though your feet were firm on the ground. You swore you could smell the candles you preferred in the manor back in Fareha. And was that… could you somehow see the bookshelf in the library?

“Y/N?” Hands were on your shoulders and your face, drawing you out of the vision. Before you, Caspian looked worried. “Y/N, what is it?”

You released the pendant and then reached back up to trace your finger over the edge of it. 

“I think… I think I just had a vision? I felt like I was back home, in Fareha. I was in the library, I’m sure of it.”

“How is that possible?” asked Lom as he came to stand beside you and Caspian.

Caspian’s eyes were on your pendant. You usually wore it with your crest facing outwards, but when you had released it, the pendant had spun and the green stone stood out. He reached up as if he couldn’t help himself and touched the pendant himself. 

As his fingers connected, you felt as if you were floating. This time instead of seeing Fareha, you were at the springs. The water was moving sluggishly, as if time had slowed down. The rainbow of colors under the water looked dim except for… except for a stroke of green. 

The same green as your necklace.

“The spring,” you said as you were once again in the map room. You met Caspian’s wide eyes with an understanding that he had seen that too. “My pendant is made from the same bedrock under the spring.”

He dropped his hand from the pendant and shook his head.

“How would that be possible? Wh–where did you get that pendant?”

“My father had given it to me, but it used to be my mother’s. She said if I wore it, they would always be with me.”

Lom cleared his throat and drew your attention to him once more. He looked embarrassed and you wondered if it was because the way that you and Caspian were standing so close, intimate as if no one else existed. And then you realized it wasn’t embarrassment.

It was shame.

“My queen, there is something I need to tell you about your mother. And where she’s from.”

Everyone left the room at the request of Caspian. The Reiman soldiers were not being held prisoner, but they were asked to stay in the palace for a while longer. And as Caspian started to leave, you reached out and grabbed his wrist. With just your eyes, you asked him to stay.

“Tell me Lom. Please.”

Lom bowed his head for a moment before he looked around the room.

“She immigrated to Fareha as a child from a land that was war torn and forgotten. Her mother was sick and died on the trip. A family found her wandering the plains, half dead and delirious. They took her in and claimed her as their own. Your grandparents, the duke and duchess.”

You released Caspian’s wrist and stepped closer to Lom.

“Where was she from?”

Lom turned to look at you and even though the truth was in his eyes, he put it to words as well.

“She was from Narnia, my queen.”

It felt as if your world had been split open at the seams. Your mother was from Narnia? And the necklace you had been given as a child had come from the springs in Narnia, the heartbeat of magic itself?

You reached up and touched the pendant. Carefully you wrapped your fingers around it and focused on your mother.

Once more you were transported. Instead of your mother, you could see Percival. He was looking over something on the desk in the library. You watched as his hands fiddled with the ring he always wore, the one that used to belong to your father. It held the same stone as your necklace.

“Percival?”

Your brother spun to look around, his eyes moving right over where you were standing.

“Y/N? Is that you?” His eyes grew wet with tears. “Is it true then? You are dead?”

Dead? You took a step forward but it didn’t draw you any closer to him.

“I’m not dead Percival, I swear to you. I’m alive, but you’re in danger. You can’t trust the admiral. He’s a traitor.”

Percival shook his head, his eyes moving over to the door. He rotated the ring a few more times before he looked around the room once more.

“You’re just a ghost. A siren to tempt me to the evil ways of our Narnian enemy. I will not fall for it. I will rain destruction down on Narnia for killing my sister.”

He turned to the desk and slammed his hands on the surface. It broke the connection and shot you back into the map room with Lom and Caspian. You stumbled forward a bit and Lom caught you.

“My queen?”

“I saw my brother. His ring, it’s just like my necklace. He could hear me but he didn’t believe it was me.” You looked over at Caspian with wide, tear filled eyes. “He thinks I’m dead. Worse than that, he thinks I was killed by Narnians. I think he’s planning to attack.”

“He couldn’t,” Caspian said as he came over closer to the two of you. “Fareha is in no condition to attack Narnia, not even on the best days. Your brother wouldn’t be stupid enough to demand it, would he?”

No, not Percival. He was strategic minded, always went with the best plan. It was something you had envied.

Lom broke your short reprieve of relief.

“If Waylen is controlling your brother, he might have faked a truce with Reiman. Percival is young, still easily swayed. With his working with Reimani forces and the Reimani king, he would have enough force to wage a war.”

It was his plan all along. Waylen wanted you to go to Narnia. Whether or not you were actually killed didn’t matter. He just needed to be able to control your brother since you were harder for him to guide into what you would consider a massacre.

And your brother would do anything for you.

Once more you grabbed your pendant, your mind focused with a determination you had never rivaled. This time when you were transported, you were ready. 

It was your study. He was sitting at your desk, his fingers tapping out a rhythm as he looked over a missive. You moved around him as best you could until you could skim the parchment.

It was from someone with the Reiman crest. All you could make out from your vantage point was that the warships were being readied on the west.

“You won’t get away with this Waylen,” you said forcefully, enjoying the man’s sudden fear as he looked around the room. “I know your plan and I will stop you.”

He stood up and checked the door, but it was shut. He looked at the windows but they were closed.

“What is this? Some magic from Narnia? If the queen is still alive, she won’t be for long,” Waylen said as he swung out, trying to fight whatever specter he believed was in the room with him.

“If you hurt my brother, I will kill you myself,” you promised before you released the pendant.

The anger must still have been on your face because both men stepped towards you. You looked at the table and the maps that were still spread out there.

“I know where the warships will be. We’ll need to sail in from a different direction so that they don’t know we’re there. But this ends now.”

———

In the morning, you would board your ships back to Fareha, but this time you wouldn’t be alone. Caspian had gotten his men to get their ships prepared, as well as the Reiman ships that had come to offer their allegiance to you and to Fareha instead of their own kingdom. There was a fleet much larger than anything Reiman could have.

You slipped quietly out to the stables. Lom would be angry that you snuck out, but you had to do something. He would forgive you. 

Esmerelda was in her stall and you rubbed her nose before you continued towards the back where Evander’s stall was. When you got there, you found it empty.

“No,” you whispered as you looked in the neighboring stalls. 

It had to be Evander.

“Looking for this?”

You turned around and saw Caspian sitting atop a saddled Evander. Your shoulders sagged as you realized he was there to help you, not to stop you.

“I think I know what I have to do,” you said as you reached out for Caspian’s hand to be brought onto the horse. “I can’t explain it, it just feels right to me.”

Caspian pulled you in front of him and wrapped his arms around you to get the reins. You felt safe in his arms; safer than you’d felt all day.

“I trust you.”

He urged Evander out of the stables and towards the path that would take you to the springs. As you rode, you felt something growing inside of you. That voice that you always relied on was there once more.

Courage. Strength. Belief.

You could do this. You could heal Narnia. It was the best way to succeed against Reiman and Waylen.

After the long ride, Caspian helped you off the horse and towards the woods that you would have to walk through. There was just enough moonlight filtering through the trees to get the two of you through, but Caspian kept his hand in yours the whole way. And once you were in the clearing, your breath was taken away again. 

More springs had dried up. 

The two of you made the way down the curved path to the colorful spring. The water seemed to almost be frozen and the colors were dull. The green stroke of color you had seen in your vision was dull as well, but you knew where it was almost instinctively.

“Wait,” Caspian said as he tugged you back towards him, not letting you approach the water yet. “I need you to know something. Even if you hadn’t been able to help Narnia, even if you didn’t have that pendant, I would still… I would still…”

You smiled up at him. Then you carefully leaned up until you could brush your lips against his. The kiss was soft and chaste, but it said the words that he couldn’t form. 

Somehow, you loved this king you had only met a week or so ago. It made no sense, but it was there. Like the pendant you wore, it was meant for you. This was all laid out as fate a long time ago.

“Even if you couldn’t help Fareha, even if you couldn’t help me,” you said against his lips, one hand in his hair, “I would still as well.”

He smiled and bent in to give you one last kiss before he released you. You laughed and turned towards the still water once more.

Slowly you crossed over to the edge and bent down to where the green streak of color would start. The water was only to your ankles, but it wasn’t cold. You placed your hand against the bedrock gently. Then you reached up to unhook your necklace. You carefully held it over the water and looked up into the sky.

“This belongs to Narnia and I want to give it back.”

You lowered the necklace into the water. Deeper and deeper until you felt it touch the bedrock. Then there was a burst of color and you were nearly rocked backwards and into the water. Hands were there to pick you up and pull you from the water.

“Are you–” he began but he didn’t get the words out.

It was raining. It felt warm against your skin and you tilted your head up into it. There was something magical about it. You turned to face the spring and watched as it seemed to grow and grow before you, the water rushing once more. The colors lit up and sparkled under the moonlight.

Your hands went up to the sky as the rain poured down over you. You had given up a piece of your parents but you didn’t mind. You knew they would always be there for you, with you. And that pendant wasn’t yours, not really. It belonged to Narnia.

“It’s not over yet,” you said as you turned to face Caspian, wiping the rain water out of your eyes with a smile. “We’ll have to get Percival’s ring as well, but I think this is the right thing. I think this could be the thing to save Narnia.”

Caspian wiped some water off your face and leaned in for another kiss. 

“It’s not just Narnia that you’ve saved,” he whispered against your mouth, the words almost swallowed up by the gurgling spring behind you and the roar of the rain above. “You’ve saved me as well.”

You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

He had saved you too.

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[tomaen]

HE’S FOUR-AND-TEN, and more Narnian, he thinks, than Westerosi. He can barely remember the castle he was born in. His world is Narnia, is the sunlit halls of Cair Paravel and the creatures who live in this strange, wonderful land  ( His world is Peter’s patience and Susan’s smile, Edmund’s wit and Lucy’s laugh. His world is Mycella’s happiness and the faces of his niece and nephew, and all the things he loves ).

His mother is little more to him than vague memories of a voice and golden curls, and handwriting he reads in letters. She is practically a stranger, for all that they are linked by blood. Tommen remembers that he missed her, that he wept, when he was small and they had just arrived, because she was not with them and he was afraid. But now he has made a life here, and now her visit is an intrusion upon that which is now normal. Nonetheless, he has been sent to greet their esteemed guest at the dock and escort her to the palace, a gesture of respect and kindness before she meets Narnia’s four monarchs.

He knows her as soon as she steps off the boat. For all that his memories are blurry, her attire and attitude give her away as the famed lioness, not to mention how strong the resemblance is between Myrcella and their mother.

❝ Welcome, my lady mother, ❞  he calls, bowing politely as he has been taught,  ❝ I hope the journey here treated you well. I don’t know if you recognize me... ❞

♚ ∴ ┊ @longmayshereignxcersei​ LIKED FOR A STARTER

[theunholygrails]

Enchanted

You’re a Telmarine citizen who comes across the young prince during one magical evening that changes your life forever. Based on the Taylor Swift song.

Warnings: lots of emotions, implied smut

Masterlist

The door looming in front of you wasn’t remarkably ornate. It stood tall and strong in the faint candlelight of the corridor with a few metal bars crossing here and there to support the wooden frame. But inside it held something far more precious than an unremarkable door would let on to passersby and as much as you wanted to scream and let the world know, you couldn’t risk anyone else realizing the value of the treasure you wanted for yourself.

That something was someone, and he held your heart in a tighter grip than even he was aware.

The bottoms of your bare feet had long since grown numb to the cold marble flooring after having raced undetected from one wing of the castle to another. It was sometime after midnight and you purposefully took the route that would have no guards stationed and able to see your pale nightgown flitting around corners.

A lingering question had kept you up, had driven you out of your bed and into unrelenting paces back and forth until you couldn’t stand the accusations that the lonely room threw at you.

You had to ask. You had to know.

And so there you stood, inches from making contact but feeling miles away from the bravery needed to knock on that unassuming door. In limbo you were stricken and it let your mind drift to the first night you met him.

Flashback

It was exquisite, really, the way that the castle ballroom could be decorated to thrice its usual extravagance. Gold tassels now drooped along the edges of the yards of drapes hanging from the windows and jewel-toned glass sculptures were situated in every corner. Every plate on the hors d’oeuvres table had a different delicacy to rival the splendor of the fashions present and you had nibbled here and there to savor each one.

You now tapped repetitively against the crystal stem in your hand before swirling the delicious liquid around. The drink was a paler hue than the deep red dress swathing down your form and you held it as an accessory as you meandered around the room from conversation to conversation.

This kind of Telmarine celebration brought all levels of royalty from far and near and yet you found yourself growing weary of telling monotonous stories to each elder you met, though that was soon to change.

It was his eyes that enraptured you first.

The chaos of the partygoers vanished when you saw him, or more accurately, saw his dark eyes watching you. Their depth did not obscure the mirth and you regarded him quizzically, already asking why he wasn’t next to you.

His all-black attire moved effortlessly with him as he crossed the room, the multitude seeming to part for him as it recognized the importance of him reaching you.

“Have we met?” His voice carried an endearing eagerness even before he came to a stop.

Your smile came easier than it ever had. “I don’t believe so, I don’t frequent the castle very often.”

He lifted your hand to his lips and there was a spark at the touch, leaving both of you mesmerized as you unsuccessfully tried to decipher whether it was the soft lighting or his kind expression that made him glow. Part of you wanted to lament the time wasted not making this man’s acquaintance but you couldn’t be bothered to, not when you had to drink in every ounce of the charm radiating off of him.

“I wish I could say the same,” he playfully commented, “I’m Caspian. And you are?”

You knew he was leaving off the title of Prince on purpose but it still impressed you. After blessing him with your name you ventured, “I was afraid I’d go the whole night without meeting a member of the royalty that wasn’t being suffocated by guests.”

His gaze followed yours over the whole crowd. “I can quickly become lackluster to those who are more interested in figures that exert real power over the kingdom.”

“I might be grateful for that.”

The light emanating from the rest of the glittering festivities dimmed against your eyes sparkling as they locked with his once more and a bashful grin spread his lips. You were being forward if only to make this one night interesting; how could you know you’d found someone who would counter all your quick remarks with scathing amusement for months to come?

“Even if I don’t have the power to order everyone to the outskirts of the room so that we may have room to waltz?”

You were already holding out your hand toward him when you said, “You don’t even know if I would be interested in waltzing.”

When he swept you up to dance the two of you left the world behind, swirling into a newfound bliss that was accompanied by smiles and laughter from yourselves and a few interested onlookers. The skirt of your gown around your ankles was the only thing that could’ve grounded you as his strong arms led you like he’d never had a better partner.

And he said as much, even when the whirlwind night was over and he was walking you to your carriage. “Whoever taught you to dance was an excellent teacher. Might I be so forward as to ask when you would next be visiting to be my partner once again?”

“You may be forward as long as I’m allowed to reciprocate; I hope to return as soon as possible.”

Your hand was brought once again to his lips and his parting words to your closing carriage door were, “It was enchanting to meet you.”

You realized moments later that you wished he had kissed you then but that wasn’t to happen for many months down the road and by then your heart was much more involved than it would have been on that first night. After innumerable visits to the castle for banquets or celebrations or just to walk with him in the gardens under the brilliance of the stars, you had begun to harbor a deeper affection for him that you refused to acknowledge as love.

This made the troubles that his uncle Miraz stirred up all the scarier and it ruined night after night of sleep for you thinking that Caspian was missing and then dead.

“I am on the run,” read the simple note in looping handwriting that brought you to your knees as you read it in front of the maid that delivered it. The promise that Caspian was alive and thinking of you was greater than any blood bond you could make and you clung to that paper for sanity.

To find out that the kingdom that had raised both of you was the very kingdom that had turned on him made your blood boil and your father put you on house arrest to prevent you from joining the ranks in fighting against Miraz.

Caspian had taught you much of the old Narnian tales that his tutor had told him and so you were thrilled that it was the Kings and Queens of Old that fought alongside him and helped to reclaim his rightful throne. You were there when they paraded through the town on horseback and you loved seeing him at the celebratory ball that same evening, though unlike the first time he was the one crowded by partygoers and you only caught his glimpse once.

End Flashback

This was that very same night and as the end of the festivities drew near you retired to your guest quarters. Now here you stood, hours after the last firework had exploded, needing urgently to speak with Caspian for the first time since his escape from the previously Telmarine castle.

You knocked with what felt like too much force but it did the trick, rattling the wood in its hinges and echoing down the empty corridor.

The door suddenly whisked open and there in all his wiser glory stood Prince Caspian, who would hold the title of King before sunset of the next day. His eyes were not sleep-drenched as you expected, he must’ve been wide awake as well. He regarded you with such surprise that you laughably wanted to ask if he knew who you were.

Instead, before anything could ruin his rapt attention or your raging burst of courage, you spit out the words that had been strangled in your throat for months.

“Please don’t be in love with someone else.”

It was simple and desperate and everything you wanted it not to be. You had words that could span eons speaking of your pure affections but it all faded away into an unsophisticated plea for his love to not be placed anywhere but you.

The way Caspian’s large nightshirt swallowed him mimicked how you felt in that moment, drowning and receiving no help in the silence between you. Your hand was clutched in the fabric over your own stomach and you plead with your eyes for him to say something, anything, even if it was banishing you from the castle grounds for eternity. Finally, by Aslan’s grace, Caspian’s palms fell open toward you.

“How could I be?” he breathed across the expanse.

The relief washed over you like a wave on the beautiful Narnian shore and a smile graced your lips, one to match the certainty shining in the future King’s eyes.

In what felt like a practiced dance you stepped with him into the room, swiveling to let him shut and lock the door and then his hands were on you. They were heavier than ever before, the weight of desire anchoring them to your hips and then waist as they traveled up your form. You were still in a relieved shock that was busy loosening every anxious muscle you’d been holding and so when his hands landed on your cheeks you finally opened your eyes.

“How long have you felt this way?” Caspian gently coaxed, the dim moonbeams outside bathing his features in an ethereal glow that felt much more sincere than your first evening meeting.

“For too long.”

You quickly tired of the space still between you and so wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him toward you inch for inch until he was closer than ever before, your faces lingering just out of reach for want of staving off the first kiss. You couldn’t end the anticipation, not yet, not when everything was in slow motion and simply basking in the other’s presence.

Finally you allowed your lips a slight shift in angle and his kiss made you a new woman. You were alive and well and determined to never leave his side again, even if it meant never leaving the safety of his lavish bedroom. The sweetest tinge of desperation punctuated the kiss as he pulled back to regard you once more.

“I love you. Would you do me the honor of becoming my Queen?”

Your eyes flitted to the floor under his intense gaze. “A tall request for someone who has yet to be King.”

His chest rumbled with deep laughter that reverberated to yours as you buried yourself in an embrace with your beloved. Not much else in the world could matter anymore, not when you had Caspian to be your other half, to have and to hold and to face the world together. And it was with your face still hidden in the crook of his neck that you decided you wanted to give yourself to him wholly.

“Yes.” Your whisper was muffled against his skin so you pulled back to declare your promise in the open to the man whom it mattered most, leaning into his palm where it dwelled on your cheek. “Yes, I will be yours so long as you will be mine until Aslan calls us both home.”

Caspian intertwined a hand in yours and brought it to his lips, a repeat of the fateful night months earlier but the love and promise of forever emanating behind it threatened to snap you in two. “You have my word, my Queen.”

But solemnity pooled in his eyes as you reached behind to slowly undo the bindings of your dress. As it slid down to bare your shoulders his fingertips grazed the skin in its wake as if you were a ghost and this was just a haunting where you’d leave him, instead of the reality where you stay.

Your breasts were barely uncovered when he kissed you again and everything after that was a blur. Breaking the liplock felt forbidden and you only did so at the last second before pulling his shirt off and reconnecting again.

“Yes,” you breathed at his unspoken question. “Yes, I want this.”

The carpet beneath your feet swept away in lieu of falling on the bed and intertwining limbs with your lover had never felt more natural. When two became one it felt as though the fireworks had reignited and you clung to Caspian for everything he was worth.

The afterglow felt much like the end of that evening months ago and Caspian felt it, too.

“It was enchanting to meet you,” he teased, a hand still caressing your cheek.

“And it will be enchanting to be forever yours.”

[padfootagain]

Lioness (V)

Part 5 : The Tide

Here's a new part for the Lioness series, hope you like it. I’m afraid it doesn’t really get better for now though ;)

Part six coming soon.

Gif's not mine

Caspian was starting to be worried. You had not arrived to the Castle yet, and dawn had since long bathed Narnia with its burning lights. He wondered if you had managed to convince your father. He wondered if you were already back in the Castle but didn't want to see him. He had almost went back to your father's house, but Trufflehunter had convinced him otherwise. Your father needed time to accept his love for you and he could understand that.

The truth was, Caspian didn't think himself as a man good enough for you.

So instead of going to the royal stables again he remained in the gardens for the morning, his mind too busy with you and your family to focus on any royal matter.

But when a guard came running towards him, Caspian knew something terrible had happened.

"Your Highness, a man is here," the soldier said. "He says he is Lady Y/N's father. He says he must see you right away."

"Is she all right?"

"He says she was kidnapped, my Liege."

Caspian immediately jumped on his feet, his eyes wide in horror.

"What?" he breathed, walking closer to the soldier.

"The man said she had been kidnapped. He found this in a wood near his home."

He handed him a piece of torn cloth. And Caspian recognized it in a second.

It was a piece of your gown.

"Where is he?" he asked, taking the cloth in his hands, and starting to stride towards the Castle already.

"In the throne room, Your Highness."

Caspian hurried there, the soldier in his wake.

When he saw your father waiting, standing still before the tall throne, looking desperate, he felt like his heart was slowly breaking in his chest. He knew it was true.

You had disappeared...

Your father bent down. The man was shaking.

"Your Highness," he breathed, his voice trembling.

"What happened?" Caspian asked urgently, striding to him, not caring about the protocol or any polite gesture.

They didn't have any time to loose...

"We..." the elder man stuttered, looking at Caspian now. "We had a row. And she walked out of the house, infuriated because I didn't want to change my mind about the two of you. But when she lived with me, she used to walk through the woods when she was angry against me, so I didn't worry much before the night had fallen. Then... I went looking for her because... I know these parts of Narnia are not quite safe yet. But she was nowhere to be found. And then I found this..."

He pointed at the piece of clothing that Caspian was still holding tightly in his hand.

"She must have been kidnapped or something," the elder man went on. "I'm sure you've heard about all the unrest in the Northern parts of Narnia."

Caspian nodded slowly.

"Of course," the King breathed.

"You must help me find her," the old man said, begging now. "I'm just me, but you have a damn army out there..."

Caspian rested a soothing hand on the man's shoulder. Although, your father could read in his eyes that Caspian was terrified as well at the mere thought of losing you.

"Of course I'm going to do everything I can to bring her back," Caspian promised.

He turned towards the soldier again.

"Call for the generals, right away. Tell them to meet me in my private office."

"Yes, Your Highness."

He ran outside, while Caspian guided your father to an adjacent room. Caspian offered the old man a sit around the wooden table around which his most trusted men often came to meet him and advise him. He splayed a map on the table.

"Where did you find this?" Caspian asked your father, nodding towards the piece of clothing that he was still holding tightly in his hands.

But they were interrupted as soldiers walked into the room.

Reepicheep jumped onto the table.

"We have just learned, my Liege. It is terrible," the mouse breathed. "I guess you will use all our men to find her."

Caspian clenched his jaw.

"We cannot offer to use all of our troops," he said slowly.

Your father looked up at him, rage burning in his eyes.

"The men that are already on duty securing the Northern parts of Narnia will not be called back to help into our search. But we will use most of the men who are still here or close to the Castle."

"But we'll waste time..." your father protested.

"We must search for clues, and not start to look for ghosts across all of Narnia," Caspian replied.

"I've been there, I've searched the woods. There is nothing to be found..."

"I don't have the men."

Caspian's tone was definitive. And when your father looked at him again, standing tall, looking down at the map, he saw the King in him that you saw as well.

The one who was ready to sacrifice anything for his people, and would never take a decision carelessly.

Suddenly, the door opened on General Dalon, who hurried next to Caspian, breathless after he had crossed the Castle running. He handed his King an arrow and a piece of parchment.

"We just found this at the gates, Your Highness," he said, struggling to catch his breath. "I am sorry. I didn't know what it was so I read it."

Caspian unfolded the note, and his jaw clenched as his eyes roamed across the dirty parchment, a merciless glint suddenly alit in his eyes.

He cleared his throat, before reading the note aloud.

"'We have Lady Y/N. The bargain is simple, if King Caspian yields down his power, her life shall be spared. If he doesn't, by midnight today, she will be killed, and you'll find her body wrecked upon the shore.'"

A deadly silence fell upon the room.

"You must give up on your throne," your father said, staring intensely at Caspian. "You must, it's the only way to save her."

But Caspian slowly shook his head.

"I can't do that," he answered calmly.

Your father stood up.

"See... I was right not to agree about this marriage," he spat, his tone bitter and desperate. "You would rather keep your power and your lands than save my daughter..."

But Caspian turned towards him, and your father fell silent before his intense glance.

He could read in his dark eyes that it was killing Caspian. That if he could, he would have gladly given his life to save yours. But he couldn't.

"And then what will happen?" Caspian asked through gritted teeth. "After I've yielded my power and the people finds itself leaderless? These people who kidnapped Y/N, they don't accept that I fought alongside Narnians, that I protect Narnians. They don't accept the idea that we can all live together peacefully. If I step down from the throne, it will merely be chaos. I can't let that happen, no matter how much I love your daughter and how much I would suffer if anything happened to her."

He turned towards the note again, examining every detail, from the parchment to the handwriting.

He examined the arrow as well.

"How can you know it's the same people who organized raids against Narnians?" Dalon asked him.

"There are not many people who want me to give up on the throne. And this is one of their arrows," Caspian added, giving the weapon to his general.

"So what do we do?" your father asked.

"Give me a minute," Caspian asked, leaning against the wall behind him.

"We don't have a minute..."

"I need to think."

Caspian reread the note for the fifth time, before looking at the map.

The forest where you had been kidnapped was not very far from the sea...

"Admiral Demos," Caspian said softly. "Is anything supposed to happen near the sea tonight at midnight?"

Demos shrugged.

"It's the highest point of the tide. But I don't see anything else particular at this hour. None of our boats are to leave shores before the end of the week."

But Caspian had stopped listening, his long finger tracing the shores along the length of the map.

"What are you looking for?" Reepicheep asked him.

Caspian gave him the note.

"They're talking about the sea. They're talking about finding her body on the shore. Why would they do that?"

"You think they hold her near a shore."

"I assume it's plausible," Caspian nodded. "And if midnight is set as an hour for her death because of the tide..."

"They mean to drown her."

"But why do something so complicated?" your father asked.

"Actually it's quite clever," Caspian replied. "If they just... leave her to be drowned somewhere, they won't have to be around."

"Less chances of being discovered," Reepicheep nodded.

Caspian nodded.

"I don't know the shores well enough," he breathed, before looking up at the soldiers around him. "Do you know of any... cave or... any place where they could leave her alone without being noticed by anyone?"

They looked on the map for any cave and creek where you could be held prisoner.

"We will search all along the coast," Caspian finally decided. "We don't have much time. We must hurry."

Caspian looked by the window, staring at the sun.

It was midday already.

He had so little time to find you...

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 You fought against the man's hold on your wrists. They had tied up your ankles and hands. You knew you could never escape, you had tried all along the long trip that had brought you on the beach where you were dragged now.

You tried to look for clues about where you were. You had remained with a blind on your eyes the whole trip, but now your eyes were uncovered again. You looked up at the sun. It was probably around four or five in the afternoon now.

You walked towards a little cave craved by the sea into the pale cliff. You struggled out of the man's grasp, but all you managed to do was glimpsing over his shoulder. And your eyes grew wide at the sight of white sails further down the beach.

It was the Dawn Trader, you were sure of it.

You were pushed into the cave, and you were surprised to find men in there, apparently waiting for you. They were carrying torches, and the red light was drawing crazy forms upon the walls of the cave.

There was a tall man there, at the back of the cave. He was turning his back on you, although you were sure that his silhouette was familiar to you. You noticed that he was more richly clothed than the rest of the men who were gathered in the creepy cave.

You finally noticed the hook in the ceiling. A circle of metal, made rusty by the water and salt of the sea.

"Hello, Lady Y/N," the tall man said, and you struggled with your memories to find out who he was, his voice sounding familiar to you. "I am sorry for this... unfortunate course of events. Know that I have nothing against you personally. No one here holds any angst or hate against you. It's against our dear King that we are angry. Betrayed even. I feel very sorry that we need to go so far."

He turned slowly, and your eyes widened as you recognized his face in the dim light of the torches and the distant sun.

It was Dalon...

You were lifted up, and hung to the hook by the chains that had been used to tie up your wrists.

And tried to free yourself, but you knew you had no chance, so you slowly stopped struggling.

Dalon walked towards you, staring right into your eyes.

He took off the gag from your mouth. But you didn't scream, nor speak. What for? You knew there was no one around to hear you anyway.

"You see," Dalon went on, "we gave King Caspian a simple choice. You life against his throne. But he will not give up on his throne. So I'm afraid that we now have to honour our part of the deal, and let you die here."

You didn't flinch, you merely stared at him, a defiant glint in your eyes.

"You see... when the tide reaches its highest level, this cave is completely filled with water," Dalon added. "And you have no chance of escaping. So... I'm afraid that, when the tide will rise, you're going to die, drowning."

You merely clenched your jaw tighter. A small smile appeared on Dalon's lips.

"You really are brave, I'll give you that," he said. "And you're extremely beautiful. I guess I understand why even King Caspian fell for you."

He turned around, and his men and him started to walk out of the cave.

"He's going to find me," you cried.

Dalon froze, turning towards you again.

"Caspian's going to find me," you said, and you believed so much in your words that he felt sorry for you. "He's going to save me, and then I wouldn't hope much for your life..."

"He's not going to find you."

"He will. He will search all of Narnia if he has to."

"Oh, but that's what he's doing. He was clever, he understood that you were near the shores, but... guess which one of his most trustful men volunteered to come and investigate in this part of Narnia?"

You gasped.

"What a shame really," he went on, "that I didn't find anything here."

And he walked away, leaving you alone in the cave.

A tear rolled down your cheek.

"Caspian... Caspian please find me..."

[benperorsolo]

Aslan, Obi Wan, and Sokka for ask game

• get randomly assigned as your lab partner for a whole semester

Obi-Wan. He’d probably have neat handwriting and turn in everything on time. He would answer my messages when I texted him about planning and if we divided work up I could trust he’d do his fair share, and correctly so I didn’t have to also do his part like might have happened in the past cough

• get trapped with on a broken elevator for ten hours

Sokka. Dude could fix that shit immediately. And if he didn’t per rules stipulations then at least we’d have a fun time. Maybe he brought some cactus juice??

• get as my employee trainer for my new job at McDonalds

Aslan. Narnian Jesus probably wouldn’t yell at me for hecking up everything in my path due to my enormous lack of common sense. At the end of the day I could curl up in his fur and my paycheck would be my salvation or something.

[ask me!]

[tirianshope]

Could you do a Edmund x Susan Golden Age hc? Their relationship, hobbies etc.

@highqueenlucy Hi, thank you so much, I’m happy you like my blog :)) I know you asked only a Golden Age hc, I hope it’s ok that I added a bit of backstory. (Also, sorry if my writing sucks a bit, this is the first time I write a headcanon and I’m not a native English speaker). Hope you like this!

·       When Edmund met his brother and sisters again afterbeing forgiven by Aslan, Susan, as everyone, was overjoyed.

·       She had always had a special bond with her smallerbrother: she was very little when he was born, but she remembered clearly theexcitement and the wonder she had felt when Mr and Mrs Pevensie had let herhold him for the first time.

·       When he was a small boy, he was incrediblycurious, always asking questions, and Susan would spend hours and hours tellinghim the name of the things in their house.

·       In the few years of the war though, the oldEdmund seemed to have vanished and her little and smiling brother had turnedinto a brooding and moody boy.

·       She was really hurt by his change, and theirrelationship had become somehow strained and uncomfortable.

·       After the adventure in Narnia, after thecoronation, when they had at last an afternoon free from official duties,Edmund had come to visit her in her studio.

·       They still hadn’t had the chance to have aproper talk and Susan didn’t know what to expect from Edmund. She had seen achange in him, but she still hadn’t fully understood how exactly he had changed and she felt really anxious.

·       Still, she had a small hope that theirrelationship could regain at leat something of its old depth.

·       She had not expected to be handed a piece ofparchment covered in Edmund’s messy handwriting, and at first she wasn’t sureif it was just another of his pranks, but a look at his serious face convincedher that it wasn’t.

·       She read it slowly and carefully, both to betterunderstand the meaning of the words and because the handwriting was extremely messy.

·       A few times, a very embarassed Edmund had to stophis nevous pacing in front of Susan’s couch and explain a particularlyillegible word.

·       When she finished reading it, Susan was crying andat her first sob Edmund had stopped his pacing again and had looked at her witheyes full of guilt and and an anxious question: could she forgive him?

·       The next thing he knew was Susan’s arms wrappedaround him in a tight embrace and her voice whispering: ten thousand times yes.

·       From that day on, they started to be very closeagain.

·       At first, Susan helped Edmund with his lessonsand his homework, but, as they grew and Edmund became more confident in hisknowledge, they started discussing the things he had to study, intead of Susanjust explaining them and helping Edmund to memorize them.

·       They would spend entire afternoons talking aboutthe politics and economic situation of the neighboouring countries and Susan’sinsight where often really useful when Edmund had to take a decision.

·       The people of Narnia started to call him ‘TheJust’ and Susan was extemely proud of the young man she still saw as her littlebrother, while Edmund secretly thought that he owed great part of hisdiplomatic talent and skills in analysis to her older sister’s lessons inlogic.

·       When Susan started to have suitors, Edmund wasn’tconcerned about her choice, because he knew that behind her gentle manners,Susan had a keen mind and he trusted her judgment.

·       But he always made sure to spend some time withthe young men, both alone (to impress on them what exactly would happen ifsomeone hurt his sister) and with Susan.

·       When young women started to take an interest inEdmund, Susan often had to explain their feeling to Edmund, because heunderstood even complicated philosophic questions much better than theirfeelings.

·       Together, they would have debates with bothSusan’s and Edmund’s suitors.

·       At first, they were informal and were meant onlyto test their suitors, but soon this became a tradition and the debates wereopened to all the Narnians.

·       The debate was held every year in the gardens ofCair Paravel and welcomed many creatures from all the corners of Narnia.

·       There was a main debate, moderated by Susan, andits theme was decided by a commission. Everyone was free to join it, but manyof the participants preferred to have their own debates in smaller groups.

·       Edmund spent the day passing from one group toanother, adding his insights and watching out for possible fights (that brokeout quite frequently because everyone was passionate about his opinion andsometimes different creatures had trouble communicating because of culturaldifferences).