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promitto-amor · 5 months

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When the real baby comes

King Caspian X You

Summary: When King Caspian's wife is missing one morning, Caspian sets out to track her down after hearing some surprising news. (Post the Dawn Treader)

Warnings: None! Quite fluffy!

I couldn't have jumped fictional men more than going from Mark Hoffman to Caspian, but here we are far down the rabbit hole of one of my old childhood crushes. I've never written anything for Caspian so it was time to do him justice. Plus KING Caspian just does something to me. There is soooo much potential for him!

Caspian always missed his Queen’s warmth whenever she chose to wake before him. Rolling onto his back, the left side of the bed was cold, the pillow still at a diagonal from where the Queen had slept. His hand runs over the sheet as his mind wanders to just what could have lulled his wife from Caspian’s arms. Most likely an early morning ride, but you could do that any day. Perhaps you’d gone to make breakfast as you were sometimes inclined to do. Maybe you’ll come striding in with a picnic basket, ready to invite Caspian out to the shores of Cair Paravel.

It is a Sunday after all, the one day you and Caspian always dedicate to each other. It would be nice to spend one of the last days of Autumn on the beach before it gets too cold to enjoy it.

Caspian lets the daydreams linger as he fully comes round for the day. There is still no sign of you, and so Caspian pulls back the duvet, pushes back his hair and attempts to face the day. At lease Sundays mean no holding court and there are no diplomatic guests to host this week. It’s a rare day that is entirely Caspian’s own and he intends to spend it with his wife.

There is a note left on the bedside table, that’s more like his Queen. Caspian reads it with one hand while he pulls out a dark shirt and matching pants to wear for the day.

You’ve gone out with the wolves, again? That makes it seven times in one month, which is generally excessive. What would be so important that you couldn’t wait to tell him in person?

Shrugging on boots and an overcoat, Caspian sticks his head out of the Royal Quarters, “Trufflehunter?” There’s a small cough from an armchair a short way down the corridor, near the stairs. “I know you’re there.” Caspian stands in the doorway, hands resting on his hips.

“My King,” The badger comes shuffling to greet him, dropping his head in a show of respect, “Good Morning.”

“I hope it will be,” Caspian glances behind the badger, but no one else is with him, “The Queen left me a note saying she’s out with the wolves. I know that means you’ve seen her today.”

The badger appears to be acting sheepish, “Well…yes.” He says, “You know how the Queen is, my King. There is no persuading her to wait when her mind is set on something.”

“Did she tell you what is so important that she’s out with the pack again?”

“She said she was getting in some training with the youngest cub.” Trufflehunter is fiddling with his fingers, “After all, no one has a way with the wolves like Her Majesty does.”

Caspian hand comes to rub at his face, “Yes she has mentioned that, but why does she not wish for me to join her? Don’t think I haven’t noticed she likes to go out when I’m preoccupied, or having a rest.”

“I’m certain you do so much for Narnia, that rearing wolf cubs is the last of your priorities.”

Caspian can’t quite fight back his sigh as he sags against the doorframe, “Alright time to come clean, old friend.”

The badger sputters at once, “Your Majesty?”

“What is she hiding?”

“Nothing!” But on a stern look from Caspian the badger crumbles, “If I am entirely honest with you, I don’t quite know.” Trufflehunter’s nose droops in the direction of the carpeted floor, “Her Majesty has been acting suspicious as of late. Last night Trumpkin found her ensuring her tack was prepared, most likely for today’s excursion.”

“She’s taken Tempest?” Caspain’s alarm begins to rise, “Why are they going so far as to need her horse?”

“Wolves run fast?”

Caspian’s had enough, if Trufflehunter will only give him half-answers then Caspian will go to his next source. The badger hurries after him as Caspian takes long strides towards the breakfast room. Seated at the long table, Trumpkin the Dwarf drops his toast on his beard on seeing the King’s expression, “I told her to wait for you!”

“What is she up to?” Caspian doesn’t bother with a greeting, he and Trumpkin go too far back to bother with niceties.

“You know what’s she’s like with those bloody wolves.” Trumpkin resumes buttering his toast, “Obsessed with them. I know how much she did to make the Narnians accept the wolves again after the White Witch, but they got on fine before she started hand rearing them herself. Wild animals, aren’t they, even if they do talk.”

“There’s more to this than either of you are letting on.” Caspian deduces, catching the look Trumpkin sends Trufflehunter between Caspian’s legs. He takes a measured breath, aware of the other Narnians present at the breakfast table, including Lord Bern. “My Apologies,” Caspian offers.

“A runaway Queen, dear Aslan my boy.” Lord Bern shakes his head, “Could it be something you have said or done?” Caspian thinks back, “No…I don’t think so?”

Had he, was his Queen off galavanting with her wolves because of him?

“No,” Trumpkin is quick to interject, “No, no nothing like that! She just said that she wants to practise with the littlest cub, so that she’s ready for when the real baby comes.”

Silence falls as Trumpkin’s eyes widen. His hand slaps over his mouth as Caspian’s adrenaline surges into overdrive. He looks back to Trufflehunter to find the badger too is glowering at the dwarf, “Well done.” The badger rolls his eyes, “A fine way to tell him.”

Lord Bern rises from his seat, “My King…”

Caspian’s body feels like lead, his feet trip over one another as he tears out of the breakfast hall, “Excuse me, Lord Bern!” He shouts, breaking into a run. Caspian knows he must look a stare, running through the halls of his castle, out onto the grounds and practically slamming open the stable doors.

Destrier lifted his head lazily, “What’s got you so upset?” The horse asks, watching as Caspian seizes the nearest saddle.

“We need to find the Queen.” Caspian’s voice is the one he uses when leading into battle. It’s a tone Destrier picks up on straight away, as the horse doesn’t complain when Caspian fixes his bridle in place and swiftly mounts him.

“Which way?” Destrier asks and Caspian pauses, stricken for a moment. Would you go North to Owlwood, or South near the Rush River?

If you were training a wolf cub, Caspian is certain you would want to end up near the Dancing Lawn, or perhaps pay your respects at the Stone Table? He sets off heading South and vows to ride until he finds you.

Once they are out of Cair Paravel and the surrounding villages, Destrier wrinkles his nose, “I smell wolves.” He calls, “We’re on the right track.”

“Good,” Caspian calls, pushing Destrier into a full gallop. “I hope you’re ready for quite the ride, my friend. My wife doesn’t exactly keep near the castle.”

“She’s as bad as you!” Destrier returns.

Over an hour into their ride, Caspian hasn’t seen any sight of you. Destrier continues to follows the wolves air scent, which is good enough for now. Caspian’s kept busy by the whirlwind of thoughts rattling through him. Finally, when they are almost at the Dancing Lawn, Destrier whinnies. A wolf is padding along through the grass, unable to camouflage itself amongst the crunchy Autumnal leaves. As Caspian’s eyes peer through the trees, more wolves come into sight till finally Caspian spies Tempest, your blindingly white horse walking dutifully by your side.

You’ve heard Caspian’s noisy arrival, as he slows Destrier to a stop beside you, “Caspian?” His name leaves your lips as he swings a leg off Destrier and drops onto the ground, “What on Earth are you doing following me?”

“Is it true?” He’s panting so hard he can barely get the words out. You come to a stop, one hand wrapped around a golden lead. On the other end is a snow white wolf cub, barely twelve weeks old.

“Is what true?” You ask, bewildered at the sudden appearance of your winded, sweaty husband.

Caspian glances at the wolves, who have started to inch closer to their friend. Caspian knows they would never hurt him, not since becoming friends of Narnia, but it’s still disconcerting to have your entire pack’s eyes on him. He takes you gently by the arm, “Are you pregnant?”

Caspian’s question sends a ripple through the animals. The wolf closest to the cub, one Caspian knows as Dara comes to stand by her cub on instinct, while your horse, Tempest inhales loudly beside you. Caspian cares for no one’s reaction but your own. Your mouth falls open softly, “Who told you that?”

“Trumpkin said you were out here practising.” Caspian takes your hands in his own, the cub’s lead dropping amongst the leaves. “You must know you don’t have to run from me, or feel like you can’t tell me.”

“Caspian,” You begin, but Caspian has to get it out.

“I know we haven’t spoken about it much, but I would be more joyful than-”

“Caspian.” You say laying a hand on your husbands chest. Your firm tone combined with your touch is enough to settle Caspian just to hear your answer.

Your eyes soften further, sympathy shining through as your hand runs up his chest to cup his cheek. He doesn’t expect the plummet his heart takes as Caspian can read the answer on your face, “I’m not pregnant.” You murmur, thumb stroking his stubbled cheek.

He maintains the eye contact and you don’t break it, “You’re certain?”

“We would smell if the Queen was with child.” Dara says, nosing at her own cub. “She would smell stronger.”

Your other hand takes Caspian’s own and lead him away from the pack, behind a large Hickory tree, “You came riding all this way, because you thought I was pregnant?”

“You have been out with the wolves often, I have noticed.” Caspian insists, clutching to his reasoning which seems wild now he thinks on it. “Trumpkin said you were practising for when the real baby comes.”

“Ah,” You bite the inside of your cheek, “I can see where he became confused.” You say, your tone still annoying gentle. “I am out working with the wolves, but not because I’m expecting. If I was with child Caspian, I promise you that you would be the first to know. I wouldn’t leave you clueless.”

Caspian swallows, working through the information, “Trufflehunter also seems to believe you are.”

“Those two spend most of their mornings gossiping together.” You roll your eyes, pushing some of Caspian’s unruly hair out of his eyes, “You should hear what they say about the Dryads.”

Caspian allows you to gently fuss over him. Your touch never fails to calm him as his arms wrap around your waist and his nose buries into your neck. You hold him tight and Caspian tries to push down the swell of loss he feels. You pick up on it anyway, placing a kiss to his lips, “You are the best husband I could ever ask for.” You assure him, “You rode like a madman to come track me down.”

“I had to know.” Caspian says, “I was ready to tell you off for riding.”

“Oh don’t start.” You push him away lightly, “You’d better not become a helicopter father or I’ll start getting truly sneaky.”

He catches your hand in his and pulls you back into his arms, “I’m sorry for startling you.” Caspian murmurs, “You must have thought something had happened.”

“For one horrible moment.” You nod, letting your fingers play with his hair. Caspian’s eyes slip shut, taking in your body and your warmth once again. Around him nature calls with life, the wolves padding impatiently on the ground, the rustle of leaves in the wind and the playful whispers of the trees.

“Hang on,” Caspian pulls back enough to see your face, “So if it wasn’t us, what’s the ‘real thing’ you’re practising for?”

You glance from your husband to Dara. The wolf mother nods, her cub’s lead now between her teeth. You walk over and take the offered lead back into your hand, the white wolf cub bounding along beside you as you begin to walk again. “You know I have a bit of a habit for rearing what some would call dangerous animals.”

Caspian falls into step with you, “A bit?” He jokes, “Between wolves, marsh-wiggles and sprites. If it hadn’t been trying to kill us, I’m sure you’d have jumped off the Dawn Treader and tried to befriend that Sea Serpent.”

You wrinkle your nose and with a gesture of your hand, the wolves reform their hunting formations, spreading out across the woods, “Well I might have found something that may just beat out a sea serpent.”

You lead the way for another fifteen minutes or so in the direction of Aslan’s How. A route Caspian has become less familiar with than years ago, nostalgia fills him as you tread across the open field towards the great tomb. The land still bears the odd mark of battle, craters where Caspian’s grand ambush plan had succeeded litter the once flat field and tree roots wind across some of the gaps, forming bridges one with good balance could walk across. Caspian expects you to stop near the entrance, “What are we doing here?” Caspian didn’t even know you knew of the How, never mind what this place had meant for Caspian. Sanctuary, security, victory. You hadn’t been present in Narnia when Caspian made his stand against his Uncle Miraz. Back then you had been nothing more than a legend, imprinted on the walls of the how.

The How is continually lit by torchlight, a feat no one quite knows how or why. Caspian assumes old magic, the presence of the Great Lion himself still within the walls of such a sacred place. You venture into the narrow corridors, but you don’t head towards the Stone Table, instead you veer right. “I wanted to keep it somewhere warm, but protected.” You turn to Caspian, “You can feel the magic in the air here. Aslan still watches over.”

“Not as much as you.” For Caspian never felt as in tune with the Great Lion as his wife did. His fingers run past a mural of the Kings and Queens of Old, past a more recent mural Caspian never remembers seeing before. A White Knight faces down the White Witch’s wand. Caspian’s stomach flips as he catches the familiar hair which streams from the figure’s helmet. “It’s you,” He murmurs. “The first time you were in Narnia.”

“And the second,” You point to another mural, there you are again dressed in your signature white battle armour. This time on a parapet of the old Cair Paravel, a horn raised in one hand against the army of Trechebuchets Caspian’s ancestors had used to destroy the castle during their invasion. You don’t pay it much heed, instead you keep pressing deeper into the tomb. “I do wonder when another will show. There’s much the walls could document from our adventures at sea.”

As you come to a stop, Caspian realises the wolves haven’t followed you both inside the tomb. It’s just the King and his Queen.

He peers over your shoulder as you kneel down before a nest of hay. He watches your hands disappear and remove an egg from the hidden hay pile. “What is that?” He breathes.

“I’m not entirely sure,” You admit, “But based on the scales and size, I have a good guess.”

Caspian stares at the egg you hold out for him. It’s the largest he has ever seen, not that Caspian has seen many eggs larger than a chickens in his lifetime. His eyes flick to yours and that sickening feeling is back, “It can’t be.”

Your eyes are dancing with excitement, “I think so.”

“No,” Caspian takes a step back, “They…The mother would never leave it.”

“I saw her.” You say, “You know there’s been more and more poachers as of late. Calormens stepping onto our lands, wanting to harvest the creatures magical properties. I saw her fly off, if she wasn’t being persecuted then she would never have left her egg.”

Caspian’s mouth drops open, “Is that what you’ve been doing?” He asks, “You’ve been out looking for a dragon?”

“That’s why I took the wolves.” You say it so simply, so easily. “They’ve been helping me track her. We think she’s near Underland.”

Caspian takes your face between his hands, “What do you plan to do when it hatches?”

You answer is evident, “Only until we can reunite the baby with it’s mother.”

“The dragon books in the library.” Caspian pinches the bridge of his nose, “I thought you were just interested in the legends. That’s all I thought they were, legends.”

“You saw Eustace as a dragon, did you not?” Sarcams fills you voice, “You know as well as I do that dragons are very much real and exist in Narnia.”

“Then why haven’t we seen them?”

You don’t have much of an answer, “Look what’s happened to the first one we have.” You say, “Hunted for her scales and goodness know what else.”

It’s your turn again to assuage your spouse. You place the egg carefully back amongst the hay pile and cover it up again, “Do you trust me?”

“You know I do.”

“Then you have to know that I won’t let this go.”

Caspian rolls his head back in a slow circle, “No, you won’t.” He meets your eyes and barely holds back his own smile at your excitement. “But we are finding the mother and you are giving that egg to her as soon as possible.”

You nod, happy now you’ve got your way. “I’ll gladly welcome the help dispatching the poacher groups along the way too.”

“You will be the death of me.” Caspian grumbles, as you wind your arms around his waist and place a kiss to his cheek. “If I didn’t admire your heart so much, I’d leave you here in the woods where you belong.”

“You made me your Queen,” You almost sing, “You can’t get rid of me now.” You wind your arms back around Caspian’s neck, “And who’s to say that once we’ve reunited baby and mother dragon, we can’t get to work on our own baby?”

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comfortblr · 1 year

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The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian

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the-utter-east · 1 year

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trufflehunter, trumpkin, & nikabrik were either queerplatonic roomies or in a polyamorous relationship

#havent decided #(decided to get tipsy and watch pc incase that wasn't clear)#pc #prince caspian #trufflehunter #trumpkin #nikabrik #anne.txt #ramblings

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via-ru88-blog · 2 years

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So listening to the Narnia audio books for the umpteenth time and I come across this gem from Prince Caspian.

HK Peter : hears lots about the faithful badger Trufflehunter. Finally meets Trufflehunter. Leans over, hugs him and kisses him on the head. And this is the narrator's commet,

"It wasn't a girlish thing for him to do because he was the high king."

😂 ok narrator. Thanks for letting me know.

#fr though i love the tenderness #these books are still the best #narnia #the chronicles of narnia #high king peter #peter pevensie #trufflehunter #now that is what I call masculinity #c.s. lewis #once again thank you.

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tfg5 · 6 months

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#open:narnia #trufflehunter

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culinarygenes · 9 months

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vinotv · 1 year

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queenlucythevaliant · 6 months

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Reepicheep could just walk into Mordor. Easy-peasy.

He could definitely get there, but he wouldn't be my first pick as Ringbearer. I definitely don't think he'd have it any easier than Frodo and Sam. If I had to send Narnians to do the Fellowship's jobs, here's who I'd send:

Reepicheep could kill the Witch King of Angmar

Puddleglum and Hwin could take the Ring to Mordor

Caspian could take the Paths of the Dead, with assorted Old Narnians (Trumpkin, Trufflehunter, etc.) as backup. Drinian is along to sail the ships.

Puzzle could unwittingly contact Sauron via Palantir

Tumnus is my pick for improvising Boromir's funeral lament. We know he's musical and HHB shows that he thinks fast on his feet

On the flip side:

Faramir could stamp out the Green Lady's fire

Bilbo could joyously take the coracle over the edge of the world (unless it's the First Age, in which case it's definitely Eärendil)

Sam would do the Jill thing and rescue Puzzle from the stable, then immediately speed bond and refuse to let anyone hurt him

Any number of Middle Earth warriors could do single combat with Miraz, but I think Aragorn would come up with the plan on the spot the way Peter does. Very similar vibe to the attack on the Black Gate

Also:

Father Christmas could hand out gifts and cryptic advice in Lothlorien; Galadriel could arm the Pevensies and patch up the Beavers' dam

Lucy stands the best chance of anyone at finding the Entwives

Pippin and Cor would have a lot to discuss re: first experience in battle. Pippin and Corin would have a lot to discuss re: everything else

Ramandu and Coraikin have a biweekly book club with Tom Bombadil and Goldberry. Gandalf is also invited, but only pops by once in a great while

#you literally didn't ask but #these are my hot takes #i think Reepicheep is a little too proud for Ringbearer duty. remember the episode with his tail in PC?#i get where you're coming from though #i just think your humble and earthy characters like puddleglum and hwin ade better options #narnia #tolkien legendarium #ask me hard questions

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caelestisregina · 7 months

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Starter for @iustusrex takes place during Prince Caspian

When the others had started for the woods beyond the lamp post, of course Diane followed. She felt it in the air as she looked around, seeing the trees closer together and then fur. But she couldn't move further than that, no matter how hard she tried to. It was almost as if she was blocked. She furrowed her brows, sighing in frustration as she turned around to sit down on the ground. She didn't care if the pants she wore got dirty. She unplaited her hair and ran her fingers through it. Why couldn't she go through? She knew what was there, she yearned to go in at times. But it seemed that Aslan had other plans.

She knew she'd need to go back and act as if they'd just gone further but she couldn't due to her expecting. She'd come up with some sort of excuse, they'd be home within a few days. She'll just run things as normal. But days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and months turned into years. Speaking of years, she aged back quite a few. But many still recognized her. Many asked for her hand in seeing that her king, her husband, was gone. But she politely declined. Even if it meant she and the Narnians went to war, which although rare, still happened.

It wasn't until the Telmarines had traversed through, destroying everything they could to declare Narnia theirs that she was forced to run to safety even though she wanted to stay, she felt she needed to. She'd witnessed Narnia change and grow while doing so, again. She didn't want to be the reason she fell. But it was Trufflehunter who told her she was better alive than dead from defending Narnia. What was it he knew that she didn't? She hadn't taken to the night sky as of late. She was focused on work, signing treaties, trade deals, helping alliances stay stable. Anything to distract her from what she was missing. What should've been. By Aslan, what would he think, when they came back, and the twins weren't there? It wasn't until she was in the safety of the How and her own chambers that she broke down. Caspian had been trying to essentially undo everything she'd done on top of everything else. But it was his father who decided to take over Narnia.

A few months had passed since and Diane needed fresh air. The young girl had made her way towards the apple orchard, knowing the way by heart as it was her own escape from the underground. Their numbers had grown again. But Narnia wasn't the same. Her lips turned downwards in a frown as she picked an apple from a tree, cleaning it on her shirt before taking a bite. It wasn't until she heard voices that she knew she needed to hide. It was hard to differentiate friend from foe those days. The young queen had her sword near her, in case she had to use it. But she hoped she wouldn't.

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crazy-narnian · 3 months

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Will never understand why the Pevensie’s had to leave Narnia so soon after they helped Prince Caspian reclaim the Telmarine throne from his uncle and help the Narnians retain their freedom from the Telmarines after winning the revolution.

Like, I understand that in the moment Telmar and Narnia each had their “fit” ruler in Caspian, but it’s not like the Pevensie’s could’ve helped him settle into the role, you know? Granted, he did have his prior knowledge of Narnia thanks to his Professor, Aslan, Trumpkin, Trufflehunter, and the Centaurs to help him adjust to his responsibility…and also there is the fact that 1300 years have passed..but I mean…come on!

The Pevensie could easily stayed a few more months to help/mentor their new friend on how to lead, protect, and respect the Narnians and their traditions in the best way possible before they left like…why so soon, Aslan? Why couldn’t they stay a little bit longer? Huh? I’m sure their presence and wisdom wouldn’t have diminished Caspian’s role as King at all nor do think it would have hurt his growth as a person either rather it probably would’ve done the opposite. Maybe it would’ve made him more assured/confident in himself three years later??? Ya know!

Plus, the Narnians probably would’ve like it too! Having their Kings and Queens back to help set up the new foundations for the themselves as they begin new lives alongside the Telmarines.

But no…Aslan had other plans and we’re just supposed to be okay with it. *sighs heavily to the Pevensie’s, especially to Peter and Susan* I’m so sorry, you guys.

#narnia #prince caspian #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie

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chrisili · 5 months

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Till next time | pt.1

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x fem!reader

Summary: Prince Caspian and his maid escaped from his uncles castle. After reuniting with the Narnians and unexpected visitors, Y/N learns how to sword fight, how to be tough and how to love.

Warnings: spoilers if you haven’t watched/read Prince Caspian, cursing

Genre: angst, fluff, rom-com

Word count: 4,6k

A.N.: I am a Peter girly but… when you have three Narnia one shots written and two of them are Edmund related, do you actually deserve that title? Anyways, I changed Edmund’s age a little bit because it is a fan fiction and I can and because it’s gonna be a thing in the second part. Yes, a second part. I planned this as one only but it seems too long and rushed and doesn’t make a lot of sense to keep it in one part, so yeah enjoy!

Masterlist | pt.2: coming soon

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“A son! A son! Lady Prunaprismia has this night given Lord Miraz a son!” The mans voice echoed behind Prince Caspian and his maid Y/N. They had just exchanged their last words with Cornelius, Caspians teacher, before riding out of the castle. With a concerned look he stops his horse, Prince Caspian moves his head to the right, looking at her. She just puts a hand on his shoulder and gives him a reassuring smile, even if she was scared to the bones herself. He sighs deeply and nudges Destriers side for him to run off again. While being followed by Miraz’s men, Y/N was holding on to Caspian while looking back terrified.

Prince Caspian rode both of them into the woods until Destrier kicked off his back. Them on the ground now, they immediately started to get surrounded by two dwarfs, names Trumpkin and Nikabrik and a badger, Trufflehunter. Trumpkin would be taken in by the Telmarines while Caspian would blow Queen Susans old horn, given to him by Cornelius. Later they were both sleeping in the little home of the badger and the black dwarf, which was in fact, the inside of a tree.

Y/N already sat awake at the dining table with Trufflehunter and Nikabrik, all three waiting for Prince Caspian to wake up. She was a lovely girl, always smiling and always kind. She had a lot of things to be thankful for and although a lot of those things have now been taken away from her, she was still with Caspian and that was all she needed.

“This bread is so stale.” Said Nikabrik while tearing the bread into two halves, not giving the other half to Y/N. He didn’t like Y/N, it was nothing personal, she was one of them and that was reason enough.

“I’ll just give him some soup. He should be coming around soon.” Said a different voice, Trufflehunter. While the young prince had already woken up and was now silently walking in the direction the voices were coming from, was the badger giving Y/N some soup already. She nodded her head smiling and said, “thank you very much.”

“I don’t think I hit him hard enough,” replied Nikabrik and Y/N swallowed hastily, “I think that you shouldn’t talk so foul of the Prince while he is sleeping just in the same room as you are! Especially not in front of me!” She didn’t say it mean, arrogant or threatening.

“That is right and besides that, he is just a boy!” Replied Trufflehunter.

“He’s a Telmarine, not some lost puppy. You said you were gonna get rid of him.” Y/N, who had also just woken up a few minutes ago too, choked on her soup as she heard Nikabrik say that.

The badger looked softly at Y/N and then roughly back at Nikabrik, “No. I said I’d take care of him. We can’t kill him now. I just bandaged his head. It would be like murdering a guest!”

“How do you think his friends are treating their guest?” Nikabrik said while looking disgusted at Y/N.

“Trumpkin knew what he was doing, it’s not the boys fault or hers.” Just before Y/N could speak for herself, Prince Caspian jumped into the main ‘room’ grabbing one of the pokers by the fire and started to fight against Nikabrik.

“Hold it. No, no!” Yelled Trufflehunter.

“Your highness! They are Narnians, they are just trying to help!” Y/N said urgently, quickly getting up and extending her hands to calm Caspian down.

Both stopped fighting and Caspian looked at her with wide eyes. Nikabrik just scoffed and put his sword back. Y/N walked over to Caspian and he looked at her intensely waiting for a more in depth explanation. “Prince Caspian, this is Trufflehunter and this is Nikabrik. They helped us escape from your lord father’s soldiers, one was caught… but he will be alright, right?” She said looking around for an answer. “Right.�� Said Trufflehunter who was now cleaning up the soup that was so sadly spilled all over the floor.

“Wait, hold on. Am I hearing this right? Prince? That disgusting piece of a man is your father then?” Said Nikabrik jumping up again holding out his sword but Prince Caspian defended himself immediately, “my uncle! And… he wants me dead.” Said Caspian now sadder than ever, having now realized in what kind of situation he really is.

Not shortly after, Prince Caspian and Y/N went out into the woods again looking for… well they didn’t really know themselves, more Narnians? In the hope for them to follow Caspian? To defeat Miraz?

“My lord!” Y/N yelled after Caspian while she was panting, hitting rocks and punching branches out of her way. “My lord please wait! I am not that fast, wearing a dress in the woods is not easy!” She said hopelessly but also slightly laughing at herself. Prince Caspian turns around and quickly runs up to her, helping her walking further extending an arm for her to hold on to it. Almost like he was her servant not the other way around.

“I really hope it’s gonna work.” Caspian said after a while, still walking close to his only friend. “My lord?” She looked at him questioning. Y/N, who unfortunately did not have the privilege of receiving the same education as the prince was visibly confused, she had no idea what he meant. “The horn Cornelius gave me. It’s supposed to help us, bring the four kings and queens back or… even Aslan.” Y/N only gasped at that and shook her head in disbelieve. She sincerely hoped that it was true but it seemed to far fetched to be real.

While they continued walking, they eventually noticed they were being followed by none other than Trufflehunter and Nikabrik. They later met Reepicheep, the bravest one foot tall mouse you’ll ever see in your living days. Soon they would talk to all the old Narnians and unite forces to fight against Miraz.

This time walking in the woods, Y/N found herself not only surrounded by Trufflehunter, Nikabrik and Prince Caspian. This time there were hundreds of other creatures with them and oddly enough, she had never felt safer in her life, in all those years in the castle than she did right now with bulls who could speak the same language as she did.

They continued walking until Caspian heard some footsteps, he extended an arm to symbolize for the others to stop and wait while he walked further, just a few seconds later Y/N heard blades hitting against each other. Metal on metal, Caspian was fighting and he was fighting someone skilled.

Y/N started running with the others, eager to help their hopefully soon to be king. When Y/N arrived in the heart of the forest, the weirdest thing happened. She saw four people she’d never seen before but one caught her eye specifically. The boy with the blue cloth and dark hair, he stood beside two girls, one seemingly younger and the other one older than him. Edmund the Just, she thought. Now having talked and laughed with the other creatures nights before, she now knew a lot more about the legends of old and she immediately saw. She kept starring at him until he eventually realized someone was watching him, their eyes met and he just looked at her. His gaze was hard to describe, he looked at her interested, fascinated even.

After first complications they followed Prince Caspian to Aslans Tomb. Days and days of planning and fighting followed, them getting into the castle, Caspian having a mental break down because of his father, High King Peter being helpless for losing so many soldiers and friends, things didn’t look too well and Y/N hated herself that she couldn’t do anything to help.

She was just on the edge of the forest collecting mushrooms and different kinds of herbs. She was so busy aggressively pulling out random weeds at this point that she didn’t even hear footsteps appearing behind her.

“You don’t look very happy.” A male voice said and without turning around, checking who it might have been she just answered.

“No. I. Am. Great,” she huffed pulling more and more after each word.

“Are you sure? Because you are killing the meadow…” The male voice replied and something happened Y/N really didn’t intend to happen. She pushed all her rage and anger at the poor man who was trying to comfort her.

“Listen, why don’t you just leave me alone and play swords like the other wanna be soldiers? I am sick and tired of you men trying to control everyone just because you are men! Your decisions have brought us nothing but misery and just because I am a woman doesn’t mean I am weak or less smart than any of you! So how about you fuck. Off!” She said while standing up and angrily turning around in the last part.

Her heart, soul and brain died at this exact moment at this exact spot.

In front of her stood King Edmund, the handsome young man she had liked since the day they met. They had not really spoken to each other yet so she couldn’t have known it was him. She clasped her mouth with both her hands while her eyes almost fell out. She didn’t know what to say and she hoped if she just stood still long enough, she would turn invisible and he’d leave.

That did in fact not happen.

Edmund stood there eyes almost as wide as hers. If you had talked to Edmund that way five years ago he would have yelled at you and made you hate yourself and your life, if you had talked to Edmund that way five years ago and you were a guy he would have probably thrown a punch at you right here right now.

But, judging by the fact that right now is not two years ago and that the person in front of him was not a random guy but a very beautiful, hardworking and usually lovely girl that he very much liked, he just nodded and said, “right, sorry to bother you.” With that he walked away. Well, until Y/N reached for his arm, not because she had anything to say, it was more of a reflex. He looked down his arm and then turned a little to look at her. She just looked at him like a fish who didn’t have enough water.

“I- I- I- I- I AM SO SORRY, I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY ANY OF THAT. I MEAN I DID MEAN TO SAY ALL OF IT ACTUALLY BUT NOT TO YOU KING EDMUND I AM SO SORRY. I STEPPED OUT OF LINE WAY TO MUCH, EXECUTE ME, PUNISH ME, DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH ME I DESERVE IT. BANISHED? DONE I’LL PACK MY THINGS RIGHT AWAY. I’LL PULL THE ROPE AROUND MY OWN THROAT UNLESS YOU’D LIKE TO DO IT YOURSELF OF COURSE. I AM SO SORRY KING EDMUND PLEASE DON’T HATE ME.”

With every word she slid down more and more being on her knees and then holding on to Edmunds legs while crying bitterly. She didn’t even stop there but I’ll spare you the rest. Edmund just looked at her with wide eyes but he caught himself pretty quickly.

While she was still mumbling apologies and ways how he could kill her or probably send her to hell, he just grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up so she was standing in front of him. He smiled at her but didn’t let go of her shoulders. “Y/N, right?” He asked softly and she nodded while wiping away her many, many tears. “Good. Listen to me, I will not kill, banish or punish you in ANY way. We are ALL on edge and I forgive you.” He said very slowly and clearly so she would understand.

She nodded, “so the guillotine? I’ll get it.” She started to walk in whatever direction because to be completely honest with you, they didn’t have a guillotine.

“No no no no, no, not the guillotine.” He said reaching after her. “NO. KILLING. Understood?” He tried explaining again. Y/N looked confused at him with her tears building up again, “but I said- I said-” “Yes, I know what you said. But it doesn't matter, it is alright okay? Don’t worry about it. We all make mistakes,” then he looked a little hurt, like he remembered something from his past, “and we deserve a second chance as long as we acknowledge that mistake. Okay?”

Y/N nodded. “Good. Would it be okay for you if you took your basket and helped cooking for dinner? I have to practice with the others and some of those mushrooms look delicious.” He said smiling and with that Y/N completely snapped out of it. “Mushrooms, dinner, food, of course! Would I be okay?! That is my job! Sword practice of course how could I be so stupid, pardon me King Edmund. I should really go, cook and stuff like that.” She grabbed her basket and basically ran away from him, he just looked after her smiling to himself.

Later after dinner, Y/N sat further away from the bonfire holding herself comforting, thinking about today. Caspian walked over to her and sat down beside her, she didn’t even greet him, that’s how bad she was feeling.

“So… you’d like to yell at me too or is that a thing between you and King Edmund?” He said laughing while drinking some wine and she looked at him shocked. “How did you? Did he tell you-” “I haven’t really spoken to him but, you were crying and yelling in the middle of our base, basically. You think no one heard?” He said with one eyebrow lifted and Y/N just let her head fall into her hands. “I am an idiot and I suck.”

Caspian just nodded, “yes, do I want to know what happened?” With her head still hiding in her hands she just shook her head and Prince Caspian let it go.

The next day was horrible. Y/N was too embarrassed to look at anyone so she left early into the woods, or so she planned. On the way outside she heard Prince Caspian yelling after her, “Y/N! Y/N! Hold up!” She sighed sadly and turned around with a trained smile. “My lord?” “Yeah yeah, I have a little quest for you, nothing major. High King Peter will duel my uncle but someone has to bring him the message. … will do it, being accompanied by a giant, a centaurs and you.” He said kind of mumbling the first person.

“A giant, a centaurs and what will go with us?” She asked stretching her neck a little so she would understand better.

“ing Edmns…” he said mumbling again.

“Sorry, what?” She asked again walking even closer to Prince Caspian. “King Edmund.” He said hiding his smile, of course it was King Edmund.

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“I, Peter, by the gift of Aslan, by election and by conquest, High King of Narnia, Lord of Cair Paravel and emperor of the Lone Islands, in order to prevent the abominable effusion of blood, do hereby challenge the usurper Miraz to single combat upon the field of battle. The fight shall be to the death. The reward shall be total surrender.” King Edmund read all of this off his scroll in front of Miraz and the other lords. Y/N stood a little in the back not too far from Lord Glozelle. While Edmund rolled his scroll back up, Miraz started talking.

“Tell me, Prince Edmund…”

“King.” Edmund interrupted and Y/N smirked at his remark.

“Pardon me?” Lord Miraz asked with a startled look on his face.

Edmund looked up from his scroll, “it’s ‘King Edmund,’ actually. Just ‘King,’ though. Peter’s the High King. I know, it’s confusing.”

Lord Miraz and Lord Sopespian looked at each other puzzled.

“Why, would we risk such a proposal when our armies could wipe you out by nightfall?” Miraz asked.

Edmund looked at the lords as he studied their faces, “haven’t you already underestimated our numbers? I mean, only a week ago Narnians were extinct.”

“And so you will be again.”

“Well then you should have little to fear.”

At that Miraz laughed out loud. “This is not a question of bravery.”

“So you’re bravely refusing to fight a swordsman half your age?”

Y/N turned around so her wide smile wouldn’t show. Lord Mirazs smile on the other hand faded instantly as he leaned forwards in his chair. “I didn’t say I refused.”

With a lot of talk and arguing, it was decided that they would fight each other. On their way back, the giant and centaurs in the back and Edmund and Y/N in the front, they started talking. “First of all I want to deeply apologies again for how I behaved the other day King Edmund I shouldn’t have-” but before she could finish her sentence he held out a hand and shook his head smiling. She smiled back and started a new topic, “I just wanted to say, the way you talked to these lords was incredible. I have never seen such courage before especially at your age, although I probably shouldn’t say that.” “My age?” He looked at her amused and she blushed a little, “you know, judging you are like… 15?” At that Edmund laughed out loud and she looked at him confused. “Did I say something funny?” Edmund shook his head still laughing, “no, no you didn’t. It’s just that I am 17 and technically I am 32.”

(My math goes like this: LWW Edmund is 12. I aged them up so that instead of waiting one year to go back they waited five, because. Anyways, 12 plus 5 is obviously 17 plus the 15 years they spent in Narnia before going back the first time.)

“You are older than me? I will be 17 in only two months…” she said surprised and he looked at her still amused.

“Y/N” he said. She looked at him questioning. “Would you like me to teach you some swords ‘play’?” She cringed at the word ‘play’ remembering their earlier encounter with each other. “It would be an honor your highness.”

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“Just try to hit me, don’t worry too much.” And with these words Y/N swung her practice sword as hard as she could at Edmund, him not having imagined her to hit as hard as she did, he almost lost balance defending himself.

“Wow wow easy, alright, you almost killed me.”

“I am sorry but you said to hit! And not to worry!” She exclaimed straightening herself.

“Yes but this time maybe a little less force okay? You are very good but you’re wasting too much energy on one swing.”

She nodded and got into position but he looked at her feet and shook his head. “That’s not it, you have to-, wait let me help.” He went over to hit her feet softly with his so she would stand steadier. “Also you have to hold the sword a little higher.” He took her arm from behind and pushed it upwards. His gaze then slowly went to hers. They were incredibly close to each other, noses almost touching.

“EDMUND!” Peter yelled from the inside of their base. “We have to talk about tomorrow, come on!”

Edmund just kept looking at Y/N and yelled back, “Yes Pete! On my way!” He kept looking at Y/N for a few more seconds, then he slightly bowed and turned around to get to Peter.

Y/Ns legs became weak and she dramatically fell to the ground, her head red and hands sweaty. “I am done.”

Done, was also King Peter way later after he fought Miraz, after Caspian couldn’t kill his uncle and after the war was over. Y/N had been fighting very well, she was scared but determent to help and so she was a great fighter. After meeting Aslan she felt great, they had won and the Narnians were free again. It was time to celebrate, dance and be happy. Everyone was in the new conquered castle, drinking, singing, eating and confessing.

One confession should be especially interesting for you, dear reader.

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“Your Majesty, can I speak to you for a second?” Y/N said after walking over to the big table where all the old and new, kings and queens of Narnia sat. Edmund looked at Peter and he nodded with a smile. Edmund and Y/N walked out of the main hall to a more quiet place. They walked down the hallway and Y/N suddenly stopped which made Edmund stop too.

“I wanted to tell you something…” she said looking at him nervously. “I don’t expect you to say it back, I don’t even expect you to answer me at all but I have to get this off my chest.”

She was fidgeting with her fingers looking down at them, she was extremely nervous but she had to tell him how she felt.

“I… well, I- the first time I saw you, I was extremely fascinated by you. You were just… incredibly handsome but that’s not all obviously! Over the last weeks I have thought about the way you think and the way you talk and I love all of it. The way you express yourself is so beautiful and the way you care about your family really made me realize how must I love you. I love you King Edmund and an awful lot of that too, it is so much love that it almost hurts and I can hardly breath. There are no words in this world to describe my love for you… I’d probably have to invent another language just to slightly express how I feel.”

She had now looked up at him and her tears started building up, not because she was scared of sad. It was because all of her emotions were too much to be held in her body, she was overwhelmed and to be honest after all that happened she was very happy to let it out. Edmunds expression was evident, he was smiling one ear to another and with that he hugged the girl in front of him tightly and laughed, “I love you too, I love you, I love you, I love you so much.”

Y/N laughed and cried more into Edmunds shoulder while she hugged him as if her life depended on it. They looked at each other and without another word they kissed both smiling and as happy as one could be. As Y/N wanted to break the kiss, was Edmund just leaning in more and more pecking her lips not wanting to let her go and she laughed even more pecking his lips back. Their foreheads rested on each other and he whispered, “I love you.”

“Ew.” Came a voice from beside them around the corner, it was now King Caspian and Queen Susan who had just gone for a little walk around the castle. Y/N eyes widened as she let go of Edmund, not immediately or hastily. “King Caspian,” Edmund said smiling nodding his head while still holding on to Y/Ns hands and Caspian nodded back smiling, “King Edmund.” They smiled at each other while Susan cocked up an eyebrow looking at Y/N questioning but she just shook her head slightly confused.

“I think we should leave them alone, don’t you?” Caspian asked Susan as they were turning back to where they came from. Susan nodded, “I wasn’t planning on seeing this as it is.”

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The next morning everyone met up to send the people who did not want to live the new way, to the old place where the old kings and queens of Narnia lived also. After Lord Glozelle and Caspians aunt left with his cousin, the people got suspicious.

“HOW DO WE KNOW HE IS NOT LEADING US TO OUR DEATH?” One shouted and the others agreed, Y/N stood in the front close to Edmund and she looked worried at him but he gave her a reassuring smile just as she had done to Prince Caspian at the beginning of this story.

“Sire. If my example can be of any service, I will take 11 mice through with no delay.” Reepicheep, the mouse, offered while talking to Aslan. But Aslan only looked at High King Peter and something very uncomfortable started to build up in Y/Ns stomach.

“We’ll go.” Peter said and Edmunds heart sank into the earth beneath him, “we will?”

Without further explanation Peter just walked up, “come on. Our time’s up.”

Y/Ns mind had already gone blank while the others were talking, they were saying that Peter and Susan were not needed in Narnia anymore and that Lucy and Edmund would return. While Susan went up to King Caspian and Peter and Lucy to Trumpkin, Edmund did go to Y/N holding her hands with his.

“I am so sorry… I had no idea this was, this was how it was going to be.” Edmund said with glossy eyes looking slightly down into the girls eyes and she looked back at him worried.

“I don’t want you to go.” She wanted to say so many things, so many more words but she couldn’t, her throat was tied.

He shook his head now tears flowing down his cheeks, “I don’t want to leave.”

Y/N turned forwards Aslan, “Aslan, couldn’t I go with them? You said everyone could choose to go or stay.”

Aslan smiled at her shaking his head softly, “I am afraid not dear one. Edmund and yourself have quite an important role in the future. Things must happen the way intended.”

Y/Ns looked so incredibly sad, it was hard to look at her without getting sad yourself. “Will I see him again then?”

Aslan smiled and nodded and Edmund and Y/N looked at each other hopeful.

Their foreheads rested against each others savoring their last moments together until next time.

“I love you,” he whispered, heart hurting. She closed her eyes as she whispered back, “I love you.”

Then they kissed each other before hugging as tightly as they could. Both of them crying and everyone feeling sorry for them, they parted. He was about to let go but she held onto his hand and he looked back.

Her eyes said: don’t go.

He turned around again and cupped one of her cheeks kissing her one last time, their salty tears being the last thing they tasted from each other before Edmund turned around again and with one last look at her over his shoulder, he left.

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narcissisticmf · 2 years

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the golden witch | peter pevensie x fem!reader

description: y/n returns to narnia with the pevensies and discovers something powerful about herself.

trigger warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of war/violence, mentions of death, etc.

requested by: @oyasumimosura

word count: 3k

The warm air gently grazed across your skin, causing an array of goosebumps to sprout along your arms and legs. Your pupils dilated as you looked up to see the clouds gloomy over Aslan's How. Your lips enclosed together as you sat atop the bricks, overlooking the empty field.

Your eyes flickered golden as you scanned the perimeter, letting the wind softly move through the strands of your hair. Your fingers rested against the stone as your legs dangled over the ledge.

"Is something on your mind, Y/N?" Peter's voice broke you from the comfortable silence that filled the air.

"A lot of things, actually," You replied in a soft whisper as Peter took a seat beside you, his knee gently brushed against your thigh as he situated himself close to you.

Peter's silence was a way for you to know that you could continue and express what was on your mind. It was something that you picked up on from knowing him for so long.

"It's getting easier to control," You looked down at your hands and motioned your fingertips to release a glitter of golden, yellow energy that surrounded your hand. "The longer that I'm here, the stronger I become, Peter," You admitted, looking to him as you found his gaze was already locked with yours.

"What do you mean?" Peter questioned softly.

"Maybe I shouldn't go back," You replied. Peter's lips parted as you continued to speak, "I don't ever have to hide myself, Peter. Back in England, I'm always trying to conceal what I was born with. Here, I don't have to. I can finally own it and do good with it."

You could see Peter was both worried, but also delighted for you. You felt him inch closer to you as you took the opportunity to wrap your arms around his torso, as his draped around your shoulders.

"You never wanted to go back, did you?" Peter questioned after a few moments of stillness.

"No," You admitted, "This is my home."

You could hear Peter's smile growing as you kept yourself close against him. In the distance of the How, you could see a group of men marching forth and onto the field. Your lips parted slowly as you pulled back from Peter, slowly standing up onto the ledge of stone.

"Peter.." You breathed out softly as the Telmarines emerged from the trees. The High King stood up and examined the troops stood before the How.

Releasing a couple nervous breaths, you stood before the table that was in the center of the room, preparing protection sachets for Susan and Lucy. Your fingers grabbed a pinch of ground dill and lavender, placing them into the two cloths. Using your fingertips, you gently motioned them above the ingredients in the cloth and let a glitter of gold fall upon them. Swiftly, you tied the two cloths with a string.

"Cakes and kettledrums! That's your next big plan? Sending a little girl alone into the darkest parts of the forest alone?" Trumpkin stood across the table from you, worried for Lucy.

"It's our only chance," Peter stated.

"And she won't be alone," Susan interjected.

You watched as Trumpkin walked towards Lucy with a saddened expression, "Haven't enough of us died already?"

Trufflehunter spoke up from the corner of the room, "Nikabrik was my friend too, but he lost hope. Queen Lucy hasn't. And neither have I."

You offered a soft grin, remembering Aslan from when you arrived in Narnia for the first time.

"For Aslan," Reepicheep stated.

The Bulgy Bear stood behind Peter, "For Aslan!"

Trumpkin stared at Lucy, "I'm going with you."

"No, we need you here," Lucy replied and rested a hand on his shoulder.

"They'll be safe," You held the sachets in your hands and walked towards Lucy and Susan. "Keep these on you at all times and any danger will stay off your path," You handed one of the sachets to Lucy and the other to Susan.

"Thanks," Susan offered a small grin.

"We have to hold them off until Lucy and Susan get back," Peter suggested.

"If I may.." Caspian started and stepped forward to Peter, "Miraz may be a tyrant and a murderer. But as king, he is subject to the traditions and expectations of his people. There is one in particular that may buy us some time."

Walking out of Aslan's How with Peter and Edmund, you could hear the Narnians cheering their kings on with all their might and will. You stood close beside Peter as the three of you stood before the circle of cement in which the single combat would take place.

"Here," You placed a small strengthening sachet into Peter's pocket, in order for him to keep a strong sense of stamina throughout his fight.

"Thank you," Peter offered a small grin. He, then, drew his sword and stepped forward. You remained back with Edmund.

Miraz also stepped forward and the two of them began to circle the cement.

"There is still time to surrender," Miraz stated.

"Well, feel free," Peter replied.

"How many more must die for the throne?" Miraz questioned.

"Just one," Peter pulled down his helmet and jumped at Miraz. The two of them begin fighting, clashing their swords against one another's shields as the armies cheered from behind them.

Peter struck Miraz in the back. Miraz knocked off Peter's helmet, and then his coif. Peter swung low, and sliced at Miraz's leg. Miraz took a strike at Peter causing him to fall over, but quickly turned over. Miraz swung his blade again, but Peter turned over to roll out of the way. With all of his might, Peter continued to dodge the strikes that were hit upon him using his shield. He, then, stopped and Miraz tripped. They both quickly got up, breathing heavily. Peter looked over Miraz's shoulder and saw Caspian and Susan riding up.

You followed Peter's gaze and turned to see Caspian and Susan, but no Lucy. You furrowed your brow and watched as Peter stopped before Miraz.

"Does his highness need a respite?" He spoke angrily.

"Five minutes?" Peter breathed out.

"Three," Miraz spat.

Peter limped back towards you and Edmund, as Caspian and Susan walked forth. You released a soft breath as you noticed Peter was in severe pain, holding his arm as though it was twisted badly.

"Lucy.." Peter breathed out, looking at Susan.

"She got through.. with a little help," Susan motioned to Caspian.

Peter looked at him and offered a soft smile, "Thanks."

"Well, you are busy," Caspian replied.

Peter looked to Susan and then to the How, seeing the archers upon the ledge. "Better get up there, just in case. I don't expect the Telmarines will keep their word," Peter stated, breathing heavily through the pain.

Susan gave a small hug to Peter and he winced softly.

"Sorry," She cringed.

"It's alright," Peter spoke through the pain.

"Be careful," She whispered and parted from her brother.

Edmund looked from the Narnians to Peter, "Keep smiling."

Peter raised his sword and forced a smile to the Narnians, receiving a large cheer from them. You smirked gently and turned to look back at Peter. Peter took a seat and winced as his arm was still bothering him.

"I think it's dislocated," He groaned.

"Allow me," You stepped towards him and gently wrapped your hand around his arm. Your eyes flickered gold as you healed his wound quickly, erasing any amount of pain he once felt there.

"How did you do that?" Peter questioned with wide eyes.

"I told you, my powers get stronger by the day," You offered a soft grin.

Peter forced a small chuckle as he stood up, feeling slightly more energy than before. Edmund offered his helmet to Peter, but he pushed it away. Miraz, also, pushed his helmet aside. They walked out to the cement and return to fighting. Peter attacked quickly, but Miraz parried. The Telmarine started hitting Peter with his shield, causing him to fall backwards. Miraz ran towards him, but Peter blocked him with his shield and tripped him. Peter knocked Miraz's sword out of his hand with every bit of force he had.

Their fight continues as Peter now possessed both his and Miraz's sword, having ripped it from his grasp. Peter failed at an attempt to puncture Miraz with the blade. Miraz knocked Peter's sword out of his hand and tried to slam his shield into Peter, but the High King of Narnia grabbed it swiftly. They twist and pull at the shield for what felt like forever. You watched with worry running through your veins.

Peter pushed himself up and harshly slammed his fist into Miraz's wounded leg, causing the man to groan deeply and fall to the ground. You smirked sadistically, your eyes flickered golden as you did so.

"Respite! Respite!" Miraz begged in a whisper.

"Now's no time for chivalry, Pete!" Edmund cried out from the sidelines, with Caspian beside him. You gently rubbed Ed's shoulder and continued watching.

Peter was hesitant as Miraz held his hands up, preparing to lose the fight. Peter lowered his arm and began to walk away, towards you and the others. After Peter's back was turned, Miraz grabbed his sword and ran towards Peter.

"Peter!" You yelled out, causing him to turn around and dodged the blade in time. Peter grabbed the handle of the sword and twisted it around to push it through Miraz's underarm, along the side of his chest. The Telmarine gasped and fell to his knees. Peter pulled the sword out and held it up, but hesitated again.

"What's the matter, boy? Too cowardly to take a life?" Miraz questioned.

"It's not mine to take," Peter whispered and turned to look at Caspian, holding out the sword to him.

Slowly, Caspian made his way towards Peter and took the sword from him as Peter made his way towards you and Edmund.

"Perhaps I was wrong. It seems you have the makings of a good Telmarine king after all," Miraz whispered and bowed his head, accepting fate. Caspian raised the sword and released an angry screams. As he lowered the sword, he stabbed the ground, letting the blade kiss the small patch of dirt in the cement.

"Not one like you. Keep your life, but I am giving the Narnians back their kingdom," Caspian spoke through his teeth. He walked away and the Narnians cheered with pride and happiness. You offered the prince a soft smile as he came towards you, Edmund and Peter.

Sopespian walked over and helped Miraz up, holding his forearm before draping it around his shoulders to prop him up.

"My king," Sopespian whispered.

"I will deal with you when this is over," Miraz whispered through his teeth.

Behind Miraz's back, Sopespian pulled out Susan's arrow. "It is over," He smiled and punctured the bow into Miraz's backside. He stepped back and watched as Miraz fell to the ground, face first.

You, along with the others, turned to see Miraz on the ground as Sopespian with anger all over his face. Your teeth clenched as the Telmarine pointed to the archers.

"Treachery! They shot him! They murdered our king! To arms!" Sopespian yelled as he ran off to the Telmarine army. You released a soft breath and cracked your knuckles as Peter turned to his army.

"Be ready!" He called out to them.

The Telmarines charged forth as you, Peter and Edmund waited at the cement before the How. Your fingers gently motioned to hold a golden glittering energy down at your side as your eyes flickered bright yellow. Caspian rode on horseback into the How where Narnians were waiting for him.

Peter began to slowly count to ten. Your heartbeat slowed as you watched the Telmarines charge towards the How. You noticed their large machinery began to fire stone balls to the tomb.

You released a breath and brought your hands up to hold the stones with a golden energy that wrapped around it. You harshly tossed it back towards the Telmarines, crushing a group of men with it into the ground.

"Keep at it, Y/N," Peter encouraged as you nodded slowly and motioned your hands to freeze another stone in the air before tossing it back at the Telmarines.

When Peter got to ten, the stone pillars underground collapsed and created a small sinkhole in the ground. The Telmarine soldiers fell into it as Caspian and the Narnians came out from underground on the other side, surrounding them. Peter and Edmund charged forth with the rest of the Narnians, fighting against the Telmarines.

You stood back as you used your golden magic to keep the stones from smashing into the How. You tossed several of them back, but they just kept coming one another the other.

An idea came to mind as your eyes glowed yellow. You gently bounced your fists together and spread them apart, creating a large amount of golden energy between your hands. You conjured a large force field that you built up around the How, blocking the stones from entering the tomb.

The stones that crashed into the force field, turned to dust as soon as it came into contact with it. You smirked softly and the field stayed up. You closed your eyes for a moment and opened them, revealing the bright yellow of them.

To one of the Telmarine generals, you found his gaze upon you in the field and smiled devilishly, getting into his head. You could sense his fears and deepest desires.

Run, your voice echoed in his head as he immediately ran off into the opposite direction, leaving without a fight.

"We can defeat them in we draw them to the river," One of the soldiers suggested to Sopespian.

"To Beruna!" He called out to his soldiers and watched as they ran towards the forest. You ran after them with Peter, Susan, Edmund and Caspian. While following them, your fingers formed balls of golden energy. You tossed them through the Telmarine soldiers, causing most of them to be knocked down.

Once you made it to the river, everyone stopped as Lucy was on the other side of the bridge. Sopespian brings the army to a halt. She drew her dagger and grinned, holding it down at her side. Aslan joined behind her. Sopespian stared more, looking to and fro, as if trying to figure out what to do in the moment.

"Charge!" Sopespian exclaimed as his army ran across the bridge, but stopped halfway when Aslan released a dangerous roar. The water beneath the bridge began to behave strangely. The water built up to form a god-like creature, pulling the bridge and watching as the soldiers fell off. Sopespian stood alone on his horseback, in the river-god's hand. He swung his sword wildly as the water crashed down onto him.

The water soon came to a gentle calm as the Telmarines funneled out of it, dropping their swords to the Narnians. You grinned as you crossed the water before Aslan with Peter, Susan, Edmund and Caspian. All of you knelt before him.

"Rise, kings and queens of Narnia," Aslan instructed as you, Peter, Susan, and Edmund rose to stand.

"All of you," He stated as Caspian was still knelt down.

"I do not think I am ready," Caspian spoke softly.

"It's for that very reason I know you are," Aslan replied as Caspian slowly rose to his feet.

Your lips enclosed together as you were standing upon the Narnian kingdom, looking over the water below. Your eyes were glassy as you leaned over the ledge, resting your arms against it. The wind briskly moved through the strands of your hair as you got lost in the beauty of the horizon.

"You did amazing out there today," Peter's voice caused you to turn your head back to look at him. Your lips curved into a gentle grin as you stood up straight, watching as he walked towards you.

"Thank you," You muttered quietly. "There's something about the magic here that makes it so easy to control," You admitted and lifted your hand, gently releasing a glitter of gold between your fingers. "I can feel it growing stronger, Peter," You lowered your hand, the golden energy faded.

"You wanna stay, don't you?" Peter asked as he lifted his brows gently.

Your lips formed a bigger smile, "I feel safe here, but I don't want my staying back to hinder you from leaving if that's what you want for yourself."

Peter cupped your face with his large hands. Your eyes glistened in the moonlight as he pressed his forehead against yours. The closeness felt natural as Peter lowered his head to press his warm lips against your own. You held your hands against his wrists, molding your lips with his as though they were crafted by the heavens. You could feel Peter's beating heart through his blouse as he slowly dropped his hands down from your face to your torso, sneaking them around to pull you in tighter.

Your hands moved up to his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You leaned your head back and tasted his warm lips against your own. You felt as peace and safe, more so than you ever did before.

Peter pulled back and smiled softly down at you, gently brushing his nose against yours as his forehead was resting to yours. "I'm not going anywhere without you," His voice was gentle and came out in a whisper.

Your glossy lips curved into a big smile and you wasted no time to wrap your arms around him tighter, sinking into his embrace as he returned the gesture. Your cheek was pressed into his chest as he gently leaned his chin against the top of your head.

"I love you, Peter," You whispered and squeezed yourself against him tighter. Your voice sounded muffled against his the material of his blouse.

You could hear his smile as Peter pressed a kiss to your forehead, "I love you, my beautiful golden witch."

a/n: hi, angels!! i absolutely LOVE this idea and i'm so glad it was requested! i've been wanting to try something like this for a while and i'm happy that i was able to do it. i hope this is what you were both expecting and wanting, to the individual that requested this piece. thank you for your support and as always treat people with kindness. much love, my dears <33 — angelina.

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