The fire crackled in the hearth of the stone castle, its warmth spreading through the room and casting gentle shadows on the walls. Outside, the wind whispered through the trees of Narnia, a reminder of the untamed wilderness that lay beyond the castle's protective walls. Inside, however, it was warm, cozy, and peaceful — an atmosphere that was a rare treat for King Caspian.
He had been busy all day, meeting with the Lords and ladies, listening to their concerns, and overseeing the peace in Narnia. But now, as the day began to fade and the first stars twinkled in the velvet sky, he found himself retreating from the demands of his crown to the solace of the private chambers he shared with her.
Y/n was curled up by the fire, a book resting in her lap, but she had long since stopped reading. The soft glow of the flames illuminated her face, and Caspian couldn’t help but smile at the sight. There was something about her, something that calmed the storm inside him. The weight of the crown, the responsibility of the throne, all seemed to melt away whenever she was near.
“Are you still reading, love?” Caspian’s voice broke the silence, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet as he moved towards her.
She looked up from her book, her face lighting up with a smile. “Not really. Just… resting my eyes,” she admitted, closing the book and setting it aside.
Caspian chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with affection. He sat down beside her, his warm presence radiating as he drew her closer. His fingers gently brushed through her hair, a touch so tender it made her heart flutter.
“It’s been a long day, hasn’t it?” he murmured, his voice hushed, as though he didn’t want to disturb the peaceful tranquility of the moment.
She nodded, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re here, Caspian,” she whispered, content to simply be in his company, to have him near. The weight of the day was still heavy on his shoulders, but he seemed to forget all of it when she was close.
His hand moved to the back of her neck, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin. "I’m always here for you," he said softly, his voice full of sincerity. "You know that, right?"
She nodded again, letting the comfort of his words wash over her. "I know," she replied, her eyes closing as she relaxed further into him.
Slowly she began to fall asleep, the only sound in the room was the crackling fire and the soft rustle of the wind outside. The steady beat of Caspian’s heart against her side grounding her in a way nothing else could.
Caspian’s fingers tightened around hers, and he pulled her even closer, as though he could never have enough of her presence.
"You’re my greatest treasure," he said, his voice low and sincere. "Everything else can wait when I’m with you."
The world outside may have been vast and full of challenges, but in this moment, in his arms, nothing else mattered. The kingdom of Narnia, with all its glory and troubles, could wait.
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his fingers gently threading through her hair.
And for that moment, at least, the world outside the castle faded away.
‘Your world.’
He’d said that. This young as hell King had said that. Not your home, your city, your country. But your world.
Ashlynn’s knowledge of geography was spotty at best, but even then she should have heard of somewhere called Narnia. Right? Somewhere so old fashioned and backwards that they didn’t have electricity, lived in castles, had young Kings, kept maids, carried swords, had knights.
But even as she thought that, Ashlynn found her balance wavering, as an alarming realisation settled on her shoulders.
This, wasn’t, earth.
“Oh fuck.”
Friendly reminder that Ashlynn is a Mature rated character in a Teen rated world :D
I've been meaning to upload this for like three+ days now, I almost put it off till next week too, as for some reason I have an aversion to uploading things too close together? IDK its kinda stupid so I kicked myself to post lmao.
Summary: Five Royals ruled over Narnia, crowned by Aslan himself. Their story is legend throughout all the land. A great detail of note is that these Kings and Queens are from another world. The fifth is even more odd - for she came from the same world as the others, but from an entirely different century.
When this small family is separated by time, it seems unlikely that they will ever meet again. But Aslan’s will is a tricky thing. Will the five be able to cope in this new Narnia, when everything they knew has gone, and a Telmarine Prince makes a bid for the throne?
Series Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Magic, Major Character Death
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Edmund Pevensie
Captain of the Guard one shot
Summary: A mysterious knight shows up and challenges the King to a duel. This stranger turns out to be connected to the royals' past.
Peter Pevensie
Some Things Are Meant to Be one shot
Summary: Peter is in love with you, but he thinks you love Edmund.
The Lady of Calormen one shot
Summary: The High King of Narnia is betrothed to a Calormen noblewoman. The entire kingdom is on edge, waiting to see what she will be like. After meeting her, however, Peter finds something stirring inside.
A Lovely Night one shot
Summary: Overwhelmed by royal duties, Peter starts to notice that he's slowly losing the one that means the most. What can be done to win her back?
Peter Pevensie comforting you after a nightmare (Golden Age) imagine
Summary: You were Susan's best friend who had told you the stories of Narnia from their first visit. Whenever you heard them, you felt a sense of belonging which you'd never felt here. So when you get inducted in with them and meet a charming Prince and buried secrets come out in the open, will you finally feel like you belong?
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A/N: this is it. The final part of not my world Series. This is one of the fics that I'm most emotionally attached to :) also, I know it's Susan in the gif, just imagine the reader instead lol
repost of my own // dividers by @firefly-graphics // hope you like it Xx
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Part 2
It wasn't overly extravagant because Caspian had wanted a perfect balance of Telmarines and Narnians, wanting to give respect to the lives lost in the battle against Miraz and still hold a celebration for the now free Narnia.
The Ball was nothing like you had ever even imagined before, and seeing it in reality felt surreal.
The attendees were both humans as well as the various magical creatures that inhabited Narnia, even those that hadn't actually fought alongside Caspian, but wished well for the new King who wanted to unite the lands after thousands of years of oppression by the Telmarines.
The coronation itself hadn't taken very long. The Kings and Queens of the Golden Age stood in his support along with Aslan while Trufflehunter crowned Caspian his rightful title as you cheered with the crowd. Everyone then shifted to the huge ballroom where the celebration was to be held in the new castle.
The ballroom was decorated in shades of reds and gold reminding you of the conversation between Peter and Caspian had over breakfast last morning. From what you could tell, the latter was trying to extract as much information as he could about Cair Paravel, the castle the Pevensies had used to rule from and live in, and Peter was just as happy to indulge him.
And you had yet to hear what the High King thought of the decorations.
You had situated yourself in a corner, watching your friends have fun as they danced. Edmund was spinning Lucy to the beat, while Susan was talking to a very handsome prince of another land. You made sure to take a mental note of that, quality blackmail material for teasing your best friend later, you see.
The man of the day himself was talking with some Lords and Ladies, no doubt trying to secure their support for his reign.
Peter, however, you couldn't find anywhere. You took small steps forward, standing on your tiptoes even, but no such luck.
There was a tap on your shoulder that made you look behind to see the High King himself, his eyebrows raising up and down as if mocking you playfully.
"Looking for someone special?" The blonde asked with a smirk.
"Oh. No," You replied just as cheekily, "Is there anything I can help you with, Your Highness?"
"Well, considering that a dear friend of mine and a not-so-immediate successor of my throne are both too shy to ask each other for a dance, I supposed I could make sure that at least one of them is enjoying the coronation."
You smiled at him as he led you to the dance floor in the centre of the room, delicately, yet precisely, placing his hands on your body, hinting to the fact that he had obviously done this a lot of times before.
"I thought you'd be busy with the ladies, considering your status, legend and all." you said, motioning to his own crown.
Peter only chuckled mirthlessly before he spun you on the beast of the music, quick to give you a smile which undoubtedly was a frown in disguise.
"What's wrong Peter? Did Aslan say something to you?"
"You saw that, huh?" Peter exhaled deeply, "I had a feeling that you were spying on us."
"This isn't a time for jokes," you said while pulling him away from the dancing couples to whisper, "I did glance at your conversation but didn't hear a word of it, I promise… What's wrong?" you asked again.
"We aren't staying."
And just like that, three simple words shattered your heart in a million pieces while everything crumbled around you.
No… no, no, no, this couldn't be happening! You couldn't go back to St. Finbar's, to the orphanage. You couldn't leave to go somewhere you never felt like you had a place in and live like everything that had happened here was nothing more than a dream.
Peter gently cupped your cheek, looking directly into your eyes as if he knew the turmoil you were going through.
"Listen to me, Y/N," he said solemnly, "I lost the most beautiful and smartest woman I knew just because I was too cowardly the last time I was in Narnia. I knew that she was the one for me but we suddenly went back before I could even confess and now she's long dead."
You just blinked, not knowing how to respond to him upon learning why he used to yearn so much for Narnia before. It wasn't just losing his kingdom, was it?
"It's painfully obvious that you two idiots have feelings for each other," Peter muttered, now holding your hands in his. "And I want you to act on them. I do not wish for you to go through the heartbreak I have endured, wondering if I'd ever return and regretting that I never told her how I felt."
He quickly glanced over your shoulder, subtly motioning at Caspian. "Look at him, pathetically glaring at us and acting all jealous. Go take him out of his misery and tell him what your heart wants."
You did have tears in your eyes, but you willed them away, kissing his cheek in appreciation before obeying him. You were going to ask him to elucidate about his lost love later, of course.
True to Peter's words, Caspian's eyes were narrowed, but then he noticed that you were approaching him just as he sat on his throne, relieving the council around him to go and enjoy the night.
His smile widened with every step you took as you neared him, seeing his pearly whites flashing as you bowed, extending your hand to him. "Would you care for a dance, my King?"
"Of course, my lady," he replied, his deep voice almost making you shiver. He situated himself against you as he elegantly wrapped his arms around your waist, seating to a now slow and romantic beat.
Your eyebrows knitted together at the sudden change in the genre, gaze flitting to where the musicians played their instruments. Not surprised to see Peter there, you rolled your eyes, causing the latter to wink at you, which only resulted in turning your head to cover your cheeks that had heated from embarrassment.
Caspian, however, noticed this exchange and you felt his body stiffen in discomfort. He cleared his throat. "Am I wrong to sense that Peter is courting you?"
Your eyes widened and you almost burst out laughing. Successfully calming yourself, you smiled instead, mentally thanking your warden for teaching you to control your feelings. "Yes. You are."
His tongue slipped out of his lips to wet it, and you found yourself unable to look anywhere else.
"Y/N?"
You hummed in reply, looking up at his eyes to find his gaze softening as he realized that there was nothing that stood between you two to keep you apart.
You were still slowly gliding on the floor, your mind absent to the world and failing to see that you two were the only ones who were dancing, all others now spectators to what was happening.
"I am in love with you. I think I have been ever since we bared our souls that night in Aslan's How." Caspian confessed, touching his forehead with yours, the act so intimate that your whole body was flush.
"I'm in love with you as well," You declared, "I cannot exactly pinpoint the exact event as you did, but I'm sure of it. You've helped me feel like I have a purpose, as if I have someone that's right for me and as if I belong. I want to thank you for it."
Caspian's eyes lit up, pulling away a bit to look where the Pevensies stood, all four nodding ecstatically when you glanced at them too.
You turned to look at Caspian at the same time he did, the gap between your lips much bigger than you would've preferred. So you leaned in just as he did, and the moment your lips met, you felt a rush through your body that you had never experienced before. It left you wanting more, so much more.
The next day, everything had considerably quieted down. The Pevensies knew what was soon coming, and so, were trying to enjoy Narnia as much as they could.
You would be lying if you said that you weren't scared as well. What you and Caspian had was going to end in a matter of days, and knowing your luck, you knew that it was something that was too good to be true.
You had taken to roam the castle's halls to calm your mind when you found Peter and Caspian talking about something animatedly in the throne room. Not wanting to disturb them, you moved on to the grounds to see Aslan sitting near a bench.
Deciding to join him as he could give you some more answers you sat on the bench. “Morning Aslan,” you greeted.
“Y/N, there is something you must know, child.”
You nodded, swinging your legs absentmindedly as you tried to be prepared for what he was going to say.
“Caspian is going to ask you for marriage.” Your blood suddenly felt cold. You were not expecting this, but a warmth spread in you as you blushed. “What?”
“He has asked Peter for your hand and we had an interesting discussion about it this morning.”
You bit your bottom lip, “What do you think I should say to him?”
He laughed, his deep baritone almost making it sound like a roar.
“It is no one's choice but your own. I've told you that you belong to both worlds, but it is you who decides where to live.”
It didn't take you long to figure that part out, but then you thought about your friends. “The Pevensies… Will they be staying?”
“They only belong to one. They are here to learn and after that, they must go back to their world. But fret not my child, you'll meet them again, but not soon.”
You frowned. If you were going to live here, it could mean that you wouldn't see them again for a very long time.
You had to go talk to them.
“Please allow me to apologize, Aslan, I need to go.” You didn't wait for him to respond as you hurried to the throne room where you had seen Peter last.
Upon reaching you looked in to see all the Pevensies there. You rushed in and hugged Susan. She laughed and wrapped her arms around you before pulling away. “Y/N, what's wrong? Why are you crying?”
To be honest, you hadn't even known that you had been so you frantically wiped the tears with the back of your hand.
Edmund moved closer to you two, “Did Caspian do something? He was only supposed to propose-” Peter pushed him a little and gave him a look, “she wasn't supposed to know, you idiot. And he couldn't have, we were talking a few minutes before you arrived.”
Edmund scoffed, ignoring him. "What happened, Y/N?"
You shook your head to not worry them, but tears just wouldn't stop. “I know he's going to propose,” you looked at all of them, “and I do want to say yes, but none of you would be here with me.”
Lucy was the first to comfort you with a hug. “Did you talk with Aslan?” You nodded, wiping your cheeks, “Everything is going to be okay. I think we can ask him if we would be able to stay till your wedding.”
She glanced back at Peter who shrugged with a proud smile. “I want to be a bridesmaid, you know.”
You laughed as Peter and Susan joined the hug and the eldest brother motioned for Edmund to join with a flick of his wrist. “You know I hate the touchy-feely stuff.”
“Come on!” Everyone screamed at him in union and he groaned as he too joined, completing the family.
In a couple of hours, Caspian would come to your room to propose, not wanting to pressure you with an audience.
You'd look at him, see your favourite flowers in one hand as you'd open the door and your smile would widen as you took them, eyes watery.
You two would talk about his coronation and everything that's transpired today as you sat on your bed. The sunlight flitting through the window would make Caspian look ethereally beautiful as he would shyly tell you that his council wants him to find a queen.
You wouldn't know how to reply to that, but it's okay, because he would continue with, 'I think I already found mine." He would kneel before you on one knee and pull out an intricate ring from his pocket.
You'd laugh at first, even though you knew this was coming. Even if you had practised beforehand, it would be meaningless because your mind would be blank now, except the one word that echoed from within your soul.
"Yes."
Caspian would gently reach for your hand, putting the ring on your finger and then he would capture your lips with a passion much more intense than that of your first kiss.
You would be crowned by Susan as the Queen after your marriage.
The tears when the Pevensies leave with some Telmarines the next day would not stop until Caspian would take you in his arms later that night.
You and Caspian would rule together for a long, peaceful time, have a daughter and watch her grow up to become a strong Queen until you meet the Pevensies in Aslan's country again.
And it would all be okay, just like Lucy said.
Because this was your world and you belonged here.
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Paring: Prince Caspian x fem!reader
Universe: The Chronicles of Narnia
Word Count: 1495
Warnings: pregnancy, talking about death, crying. It’s a try to write angst.
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Summary: The one where she is scared about the labour.
The young queen smiled softly at her maid, who helped her put a nightdress on. Gently caressing her swollen stomach, she came to the chair near her dressing table and sat down there. She was heavily pregnant with her and Caspian's first child, and it started to be a difficult time for her. Most of her body hurt, and she got tired very quickly. She couldn't enjoy her usual walks in the garden or horse riding, but the thought of holding this baby very soon brightened her days. Every movement in her womb made her smile, especially when her loving husband was next to her and could feel it. Caspian was helpful to her. He always found time to accomplish her at walks where he allowed her to lean against him to rest a little. He tried to keep her in eyesight, whether it was the council meeting or an evening spent in front of the fireplace. He loved to make sure that she felt good and didn't need anything. When they couldn't be together, and he saw her somewhere, he didn't care what he should do at that moment. He usually excused himself and walked to her, kissing her cheek and bending on his knee to kiss her belly. He didn't care about the shocked looks of her ladies-in-waiting or his advisers. The only thing that mattered to him was his wife's laugh and love in her eyes.
The queen looked around their chambers when she heard the quiet slamming of the door. She smiled, seeing Caspian, who watched her with a loving expression. She put a hand on the top of her belly and moved a little more to face him. He came closer to her and took her hand, lifting it slightly and kissing its back. Holding her hand, he looked with a smile at her maid and nodded his head when she bowed.
"Thank you, Feray. You can go rest now. I'll help the queen get ready for bed."
"Caspian is right. You helped me so much today, Feray. You deserve some rest. Thank you." The queen smiled at her, feeling grateful that her maid was so kind and caring.
"It's a great privilege for me to serve you, your majesties." she bowed low, smiling shyly and then went out, leaving the rulers alone.
Caspian looked at his wife with a big grin on his lips, and then he gently took her head in his hands, kissing her softly. She happily returned this kiss, missing the sensual closeness between them. She put her hand on his, moving the second hand on his arm when she broke the kiss with a gasp. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath when the baby kicked again.
"Y/N, what's wrong?" Caspian kneeled before her, watching her with a worried expression.
"The baby just kicked. I think they also want your attention." She smiled softly at him, touching his bearded cheek in a calming manner.
She watched how he moved his hands to her sides, smoothing her belly with them and kissing the top. He slightly rested his forehead against her stomach, smiling wide when he felt the baby moving under his palms.
"Hello to you too, my little one. I hoped you were good for your mother." He looked at the queen, who started running her fingers in his hairs.
"They were pretty calm today. But your voice is enough to wake them up." He kissed her belly once more, caressing it lovingly.
"I can't wait to meet them."
"Me too, my love. And they will be here soon. I hope it will be soon." She giggled quietly, and Caspian gently squeezed her tight.
"How are you feeling? And tell me this without hiding anything." He smiled when she laughed, blushed slightly.
"I'm.. a little tired. And my back and feet hurt." He watched her with sadness in his eyes, and she grabbed his hand.
"I'm sorry, my love..."
"Don't be. Happiness after birth this baby will make up for it all."
They both smiled, and Caspian kissed her again.
"You are a miracle, my love." He whispered, pecking her lips. "Let's get you ready to sleep."
He got up and took her hairbrush, standing behind her. He pushed her hairs back and gently started to comb them. With a smile, he watched how she relaxed and closed her eyes. When he finished, he slowly braided her hair and secured it with ribbon. He put the braid on her shoulder and kissed the top of her head. She touched hairs and smiled widely when she felt he did it nearly perfectly.
"You are better and better in this."
"I must be prepared to braid hair if our baby is a girl." He caresses her shoulders lovingly.
"You will be an amazing father." She looked up at him with seriousness.
"I hope so, love..." He whispered, kissing the crown of her head again. "Is there something more I can help you with?"
"Everything is done so you can help me to get up."
With a quiet chuckle, he carefully helped her to stand on her feet. He wrapped an arm around her when she brought him to kiss as a thank you. With a hand on the small of her back, she slowly went to their bed. She laid down under the watchful eye of Caspian, and she grinned at him. She watched him getting ready to sleep and admiring how handsome he was. When he sat next to her, she immediately snuggled to his side as much as her belly allowed it. He placed a hand on her side, caressing patterns with his fingers.
"Caspian..."
"Yes, my love?"
"If... If something goes wrong at birth... Promise me that you will find somebody who will love you and Narnia as much as I do. Someone who will take care of this child as it was their own." She felt tears in her eyes, but she didn't allow herself to cry at this moment. She took a deep breath and looked up. She saw his surprised look and his lips felt open like he tried to say something but didn't exactly know what. He watched her with a frown on his face, and then he shook his head. "Cas... We both know that there is a possibility that I won't make it. I need to know that you will try to find happiness. That there will be someone who will take care of you. I need to know this to do my best when the time comes. Please, Caspian."
"No. I can't promise you this. Nothing is going to happen to you. You are young, healthy and tougher than you know. You will be completely alright. And very soon, we both will be taking care of this baby. We will teach them everything we know. How to be a good person and how to be a good ruler. We will watch how they grow into a beautiful person. And who knows, maybe we will have many children, and we won't sleep at night because of how much work we will have with them and Narnia. And later in many, many years, they will give us grandchildren, who we will be spoiling." Caspian softly took her face in his hands, gently caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. "We are meant to each other. I believe that Aslan wouldn't cross our ways to take you so soon from me. And you can't expect me to find happiness without you. You own my heart. If I lose you, I will lose part of me. We need to believe that everything will be absolutely fine."
Caspian wiped tears from her cheeks and kissed her forehead when she nodded. He hugged her tightly to his chest, hiding his face into her neck and inhaled deeply.
"I love you, Cas..." she sobbed quietly.
"And I love you, Y/N." He kissed her gently, letting the wave of the warm washing over him. He wiped her cheeks and smiled at her. "Now, stop crying, my love. We are alright, and we will be." He placed a kiss on her forehead and inhaled to feel that lavender scent that always surrounded her. "Tell me about your day, alright?"
He listened to her talking about everything she did and the news about the orphanage she took under her protection. He joked, trying to cheer her up and making her smile. And after a while, he watched how she began to fall asleep. He fixed the quilt and delicately brushed away the lock of her hair that fell out from the braid. For most of the night, he watched her peacefully sleeping because her previous words harbour a seed of doubt in him. With a pinched throat, he begged Aslan to help her survive the labour. He begged him to not take her from him because she was everything that was the best in him.
Author’s note: Here it is! A little angst Caspian fic! Thank you for reading! If it’s not too much trouble, I would love to hear your thoughts about it. Any feedback is greatly appreciated and motivate me to work.
I am sorry about every grammar mistake and misspellings. English is not my first language.
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I look around to find archers preparing to shoot at us “I’ll take the archers you take the guards!” I saw an arrow being shot in the direction of Destrier, Caspian’s horse I shot my arrow and watched as it broke the other one in half. I shot some more in hope to injure a few archers so we could make our escape. As we rode off to the village we heard fireworks; which could only mean one thing. A new Heir to the throne had been born. As we were almost out of the village we heard a man shout “A son! A son! Lady Prunaprismia has this night given Lord Miraz a son!” I heard horses which could only mean that the guards were intending to finish the job and kill Caspian. I looked at Caspian to see that he had realized what was going on his eyes were filled with hurt and shock but we had to keep going; he needed to survive. “Cas! We need to go now!” he nodded and we raced through the meadow where the guards were not as far away as we would have wished for them to be. We entered the forest where our chances of survival would be increased. When we had crossed the river our clothes stuck to us which made it easier for us to be nicked or shot at for the archers; I looked back to find that we were only a rivers distance away from them, we went back into the woods drying us as much as possible I ducked as I saw a branch would soon be coming into level with my face. But apparently, someone wasn’t paying attention to the forest, I heard a grunt behind me I stopped and waited till Destrier came closer to me, as much as seeing the boy being dragged by his foot amused me I had to stop Destrier before Caspain go even more hurt “shh its okay doux-doux its alright calm down” “doux-doux?” “sweet one, I read it in a book somewhere; you okay?” I say dismounting my horse Elpis to help him up “yeah I’m alright” just then we heard a creaking we shifted our gaze towards the noise to find two dwarfs, I readied my bow in case of threat “they’ve seen us” the blonde dwarf got closer to Caspian and he quickly backed away. The blonde dwarf’s eyes ent from Caspian to the horn and back to him. We hear horses the blond dwarf heads towards the guards but not before he says “take care of them!” his choice of words could really mean anything so as the dark-haired dwarf made his way towards Caspian I shot my arrow next to his head missing his nose by nearly a centimeter “that was a warning shot. Hurt him and the next one won’t be” “don’t worry I won’t hurt your little boyfriend if that’s what you want” I roll my eyes already used to people thinking that I and Caspian are together the dwarf comes closer to him I draw another arrow and aim it at the black-haired dwarf as he came closer to Caspian. Caspian reached for the horn and as he blew the horn the dwarf yelled “NO!” for a few seconds the sound rang through the forest before he took the horn away from Caspian he huffed angrily before saying “come on you two, inside” our horses hid in the shadow of the tree and I grabbed Caspian's hand helping him up. He stumbled into the house as I had to make sure to catch him if he fell. As we entered we were greeted by a badger named Trufflehunter who led us to a bed so I could treat Caspian's wounds “here” Trufflehunter says handing me some bandage, honey, and a wooden spoon “I would do it but I fear…” “Caspian” “Caspian is too alarmed to do so” “thank you, this might hurt a bit Cas” “nothing hurts when you’re around” I hear him mumble “how hard did you hit your head?” I say as a slight blush covers my cheeks chuckling I dip the wooden spoon once and close the jar and spread the honey on Caspian’s wound as honey has anti-oxidant, anti-bacterial, and anti-inflammatory properties. I then wrapped the bandage 2-3 times gently to not cut off his blood circulation “don't fall asleep, I suspect you might have a concussion” “thank you; for taking care of me” he says as he squeezed my hand looking into my eyes “you don’t need to thank me”
I can cross the “Roadtrip” box off of my Bandit Bingo card now! I tried to write this a little differently, with MUCH less dialogue and more just... text... so let me know what you think.
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You stood off to the side, arms wrapped around yourself, holding your coat closed as you watched Caspian supervise the loading of the carts and carriages. The whole court was going on a trip to the islands, where Caspian would be honored by some of his father’s old advisors, but first you had to get to the boats. The journey, you had been told, would be relatively quick: a two-day ride to the docks, and then another three days on the ships.
But that had been before the snowstorm.
All of Narnia had been covered in a brilliant white blanket of soft, fluffy snow overnight. You’d woken up to the sight, excitedly running out of your chambers to tell your dear friend, King Caspian, that it had snowed…
…not realizing that you were still in your slightly suggestive sleeping gown.
You had met him in the hall—you knew his habits so well; he always woke up before you and had an early breakfast in the library, which is where he was coming from when you found him. Excited, you stopped him in the hall, hands on his muscular arms, babbling about the change in weather and how beautiful it all looked, oblivious to the way his dark eyes had widened at the sight of you, and how his breath caught in his throat as he tried (and failed) not to stare. When he didn’t respond when you asked him if he’d seen the snow, you realized what you were wearing, screamed in shock and embarrassment, and ran off.
That had been hours ago, and you’d been avoiding Caspian ever since. You could barely even look at him these days without feeling like your heart was going to beat out of your chest, and now… You were mortified. You had already irritated yourself with your growing feelings for your friend, and now you’d embarrassed yourself in front of him—your King!—and looked like a complete fool, going on and on about the snow.
The snow, coincidentally, had completely lost its charm to you as you stood in the open air. You shivered, not looking forward to being confined to a small, cold box for this trip.
Caspian turned to you, his dark eyes glimmering in the bright light, and smiled. “I’ll be riding with Lady Y/N,” he said, answering one of his advisor’s questions, “The ride will be a bit longer than we expected with the snow,” he went on, “but I’ll do my best to keep her safe and comfortable.”
You felt your face heat up at both his words and smile and tried to smile back. So you’d be riding with Caspian…great.
As the King, Caspian was expected to ride out first, and as his companion, so were you. Smiling, he took your hand in his and helped you into the carriage before sliding in next to you. Caspian didn’t like being overly showy with his station, so his carriage was only a bit bigger than the average cart, and you could feel the heat coming off of him as he sat next to you.
Day one on the road was fine; you and Caspian chatted about the weather (fully dressed now), and how it would affect the trip and the waters and the route. You were always so impressed by and interested in Caspian’s knowledge as a traveler; whether he was detailing his experiences on the Dawn Treader or his travels as King, you hung on to his every word. Caspian always entertained you, answering all of your questions, never getting annoyed or bored with your curious inquiries. If anything, he seemed to enjoy being able to talk with you—about any topic. By day four, the two of you were passing the time telling each other stories, making up your own mythology and quizzing each other on the details. You laughed a lot in those days, and when you stopped at a nearby castle for the court to rest, and you and Caspian went to your separate rooms, you missed his company. But he was always there in the morning, knocking on your door with a tray of tea, muffins, and fruit that he’d procured from somewhere, smilingly apologizing for waking you up. You’d sneak him into your room, both of you trying to stifle your giggles, and spend breakfast whispering with Caspian until he had to go get ready for the day.
It didn’t occur to you until a week of such activity had passed that Caspian had seen you in your sleeping clothes—and vice versa—for eight days in a row (including the day you’d started the journey).
The snow hadn’t let up—if anything, it’d gotten worse, stalling your journey and extending it with each snowfall. Some of the others had been frustrated by the delay, and Caspian had given them his blessing to return to the castle, but you were actually glad for the delay. It gave you more time with Caspian. When the court was traveling, his duties as King were less intensive, and he got to spend a lot more time with you. You knew this was a temporary thing, so you decided to enjoy it while you could. And enjoy it you did…
…Until the temperature dropped more than ever, a raging blizzard hit you while you were traveling, and a wheel had popped off of the carriage, causing it to veer off course, stagger down a snowy hill, and crash against a snowbank.
Caspian had held you the entire time, shielding you from any harm as the carriage tumbled, and his first move once you crashed had been to make sure you were alright. It was already dark out, and when you got out to see where the rest of the party was, all you could see were lights in the distance.
“We can’t travel like this,” Caspian said, referring both to the limited light and the three-wheel carriage, “We’ll have to spend the night here and meet up with the others in the morning.”
He made sure you were unharmed again before going about securing the area, making sure there were no threats around. You wanted to go with him, but Caspian asked you to stay in the carriage where it was safe. You were beyond relieved when he came back shortly after, reporting that the area was safe enough to stay the night in. Ever the survivalist, Caspian started a fire, keeping your spirits up as he told you stories of Aslan. You helped him warm the food—leftovers from your unfinished lunch from earlier—and the two of you shared a private dinner by firelight. It was oddly intimate, as you sat, thigh pressed against his thigh, next to your damaged carriage. When you started to shiver, Caspian took your hands in his, warming them up. You couldn’t tell if the blush in his cheeks was from the wind or… something else.
When it was time for bed, Caspian offered to sleep outside while you took the carriage, but you refused. It was still storming—snow falling in large clumps as the wind screeched—and you wouldn’t hear of letting your King sleep in such conditions.
“We can both sleep in the carriage,” you said, sounding much more confident than you felt, “We can keep each other warm.”
The two of you gathered all of the blankets, coats, and furs that had been stored in the carriage, and piled them onto your laps, sitting very close together. It wasn’t particularly well-suited for sleeping conditions—a nap, sure, but for a whole night’s rest? Not so much. You and Caspian spoke quietly, talking about what you would do in the morning, and how you’d proceed, speculating on how much longer the storm would go on, until he asked if you were still cold. You couldn’t lie to him—not just because he was your King, but because he was your friend, someone you cared about—so you told him yes, you were. Carefully, he put his arm around you, asking if it was okay. You nodded, suddenly unable to speak. He was so warm and firm; you couldn’t help but lean into him. He smelled of the woods: of trees and adventure. His hair tickled your face as he leaned down, telling you how he was sorry that the carriage had crashed, but glad he was with you.
“…I like being with you,” he said, voice low.
You felt the same way—of course. Wordlessly, you reached out and took his hand in yours. You glanced down at your intertwined hands and it just felt…right. Caspian was smiling at you when you looked back up at him, and you were warmed by the sight of it. You smiled back, putting your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes.
“I like being with you, too.”
The two of you fell into a comfortable silence after that, listening to the sounds of the whirling wind and rusting leaves outside, perfectly cozy and warm in each other’s embrace. Before you fell asleep, you felt Caspian’s lips, warmer than they should be, on your forehead as he wished you sweet dreams.
You were still in his arms when you woke up the next morning.
“No breakfast,” he said with a soft smile, arm still holding you to him, “but at least the storm has passed.”
It didn’t take long for the rest of the party to track you down. They fussed over the both of you, making sure neither of you would come down with a cold, and insisting that Caspian travel in a bigger carriage, but he said he was fine with this one. They hitched it to a few horses, took it to a shop where a very nice villager reattached the wheel, and you were on your way again. The ride was long, but you and Caspian kept each other entertained as always.
And he held your hand the entire way to the coast.
Once you boarded the ship, Caspian went out of his way to spend time with you, excusing himself from other conversations to be with you, placing his hand in yours when no one was around. It was a new habit he’d formed—one that you were very much a fan of. He also started kissing your forehead when he said goodnight, and if he wasn’t sneaking into your quarters first thing in the morning for a private breakfast…
…you were sneaking into his.
Even after the ship landed on the island, and Caspian met with his father’s old advisors, the two of you kept up those habits. The snow melted, the flowers grew back, and before you knew it—Caspian was seeing you in your sleeping clothes every day: when you woke up next to him, smiling sleepily as he leaned down and kissed your forehead, your nose, and then your lips, and again at night as he held you to him, kissing your hairline as he wished you sweet dreams. By the time it snowed again, and you were crowned Queen of Narnia, you barely even bothered with your bed clothes at all. It was easier that way. Besides…
