𖤓pairing: prince caspian x fem!reader
𖤓category: fantasy; chronicles of narnia; fanfiction
𖤓warnings: violence/battle scenes; mild blood/injuries; character deaths; threats of death; mild angst; emotional tension; mentions of abandonment; romantic content; no explicit content; magic; fantasy violence; implied mild swearing; sarcasm; child endangerment;
𖤓a/n: im making this little masterlist specifically for my series because my og masterlist was getting cramped and ugly :(
𖤓Masterlist
─ ✧ ─ ✧ ─ ✧ ─ ✧ ─ ✧ ─ ✧ ─
𖤓Preface 𖤓Chapter I- The Prince And The Fierce
𖤓Chapter II- Of Kings And Cowards 𖤓Chapter III- The Mouse Knight
𖤓Chapter IV- A Crowns Promise 𖤓Chapter V- The Age Of Forgotten Crowns
𖤓Chapter VI- The Echoes of Legends 𖤓Chapter VII- The Ashes of Valor Pt I
𖤓Chapter VIII- The Ashes of Valor Pt II 𖤓Chapter IX- The Price of Despair
𖤓Chapter X- To Be Worthy 𖤓Chapter XI- A Tyrant's Gamble
𖤓Chapter XII- A Duel Of Thrones Pt I 𖤓Chapter XIII- A Duel Of Thrones Pt II
𖤓Chapter XIV- The Last Stand 𖤓Chapter XV- A Lion's Legacy
𖤓Chapter XVI- The Savage Daughter 𖤓Chapter XVII- No One Fights Alone
𖤓Chapter XVIII- The Last Roar 𖤓Chapter XIX- What Comes After
Kissing with Pevensie (Peter and Edmund) + Caspian
pairing: Peter Pevensie x reader, Edmund Pevensie x reader, Caspian x reader
type: fluff 🌸
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Peter
At first, his kisses are very careful and caring. Despite the fact that Peter is very passionate, he primarily thinks about your comfort. As soon as he feels that you reciprocate, he will definitely deepen the kiss and show how much he is in love with you. His kisses always cloud your mind, they make you dizzy. Peter prefers to kiss you when you're alone so that no one bothers you.
Edmund
His kisses are very domineering. He likes to leave quick kisses on your lips. Watching your embarrassed reaction, he always grins. Edmund always holds you very tightly and hugs you to him. He looks down at you and then kisses you. He also likes naughty kisses, when he can run his tongue over your lips or leave a quick peck on your nose after a passionate kiss. Edmund likes to kiss you in front of everyone, showing that he is the only one here who can make you feel butterflies in your stomach.
Caspian
His kisses are very gentle and sometimes uncertain. There is love and care in his every movement. Your eyes meet, he puts his arm around your waist and slowly approaches you for a kiss. You feel his smile on your lips, and you smile involuntarily. Caspian likes to hold your hands and kiss you on the forehead. It's like a way for him to show you that he's ready to protect you from everything.
Hello again… sorry may I have a caspian x reader when the reader after the event of the second movie decided to stay in narnia. She was a friends of Susan. In the beginning she was auxious and sceptic Al about narnia but after she felt like she belong. Caspian and reafer are so soft for each other
'One Morning in Castle Telmarine' - Prince Caspian x Reader
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Morning light has already started to thread through your windows by the time you wake up. By schoolboy standards, you’re an early riser, narrowly beating out the crowing roosters, but in Narnia, you’re practically behind schedule. There are many things in Narnia that you’re still getting used to, like the fine brocade of the clothing or the talking animals, but this is an obvious change too. Since there’s no electric lighting, all your daily tasks must be done in the early hours, while there’s still good daylight for working. Maybe you’re just newfangled, but no matter how many candles you light, it’s still no match for one of Edison’s bulbs.
It’s not like this was anyone’s choice but yours, though. You were the one who came over from England with your friends, the Pevensies, and you were the one who decided to stay behind when they went back home again. Half the time, you can hardly believe you actually did it; left home for good, abandoned your timeline and reality for a medieval dream that wasn’t even supposed to be yours, but for better or worse, the choice was made. There’s no unmaking what you’ve done.
Your friends had been stunned at first, when they found out you didn’t intend to return to the modern day. Susan in particular has been your friend since you were quite small, but even she couldn’t read your mind this time. For her, the decision to go back to England was obvious. There was a future there, a family, the promise of growing up into a woman of importance. She thought you were joking at first, when you said you’d rather take your chances in Narnia. It wasn’t until you’d had the conversation a few times over that she realized you were being sincere, and even then, she didn’t seem certain that you were making the right choice.
In truth, not even you were sure that staying in Narnia is the right call. It hadn’t been something you were considering until the time came to go. Narnia had been fun to explore with your friends, and even though you risked danger going into battle with the Pevensies against the traitorous Telmarines, you had fought every battle with the assumption that you’d be going home at the end of it all.
It wasn’t until the fighting lulled, Prince Caspian restored to his rightful throne, when you started thinking about just what you would find when you went home. Although the bombings had stopped over London by the time you went to Narnia for the first time, your family’s business was having a hard time bouncing back, much like everyone else around you. Times were tough and seemed like they’d only get tougher. The strain on your family led to everyone snapping at each other more than usual. When you thought of returning, of leaving this bright, sunny place for the same dusty house you’d never grow out of, your stomach curdled. You hadn’t really wanted to stay in Narnia, but anywhere was better than the ghost town you’d left in the modern day.
So, you’d told your friends that you wanted to stick around. The five of you had already been urged to remain in Narnia by the friends you’d made, so you knew you wouldn’t be intruding. The only thing in your way was your own personal doubts. Sure, it was better than struggling to earn enough in recuperating England, but that didn’t necessarily mean it was going to be good. After all, your main experience in Narnia featured power disputes and bloody wars with arrows being shot at your head. Even in a time of peace, living in this land forever was completely foreign to you, and you still weren’t sold on the credibility of the others around you since you hadn’t known them as long as the Pevensies. For all you know, they could have only been playing nice while the True Kings and Queens of Narnia were around, and once they left, they wouldn’t care less about you.
However, as time would tell, that wasn’t the case. True to their word, the residents of the Telmarine Castle welcomed you as one of their own, and treated you with all the respect and honor they had before. You made friends among the scholars and courtiers of the castle, but there’s no one you’re closer to than Caspian himself. At first, he’s almost shy around you, rigid with formality, but over time his guard drops and his genuine self starts to show through. Soon enough, you spend a lot of time talking together, to the point where the rest of the castle assumes that if they see one of you, the other is not far behind.
You smile to yourself, dragging your body out of bed at last and preparing yourself for the day at hand. You have a role as an advisor of sorts in the castle, chosen for the time you’d spent with the Pevensies as well as your modern perspective. You settled into the position well, and have led the castle to success with diplomatic affairs as well as domestic matters. You weren’t sure that you would have any idea how to guide the proceedings of the castle, but you’re able to talk things over with the other members of Caspian’s cabinet and entourage to come to the best decisions together. It’s a challenge, but a good one, and it’s given you enough purpose to avoid boredom.
Not that you could ever be bored in Narnia, not really. It seems there’s always a hundred things to do; catch up on political proceedings, check out the seemingly endless collection of tomes and scrolls in the castle library, meet with your friends for a meal or pleasant afternoon, stroll the grounds, take up swordfighting lessons, or ride out by horseback to the rolling hills and forests around you. You may have been hesitant when you first decided to stay in Narnia, but you couldn’t be happier about your choice now. Sometimes, you wish that you could see Susan and the others again to tell them about the fun you’re having, but you know that some doors must remain closed. Besides, the Pevensies would understand. They had their lifetimes in Narnia, they know the thrills this world has to offer, and although days come when you miss your friends more than anything, you’re happy enough in Narnia to stem off the worst of the homesickness.
After getting ready for the new day, you step out of your quarters at last. Rich tapestries drape across the stone walls of the corridors, damping the chill of the rock and depicting the glorious history and mythology of Narnia. You smile as you pass one showing Susan and Peter, crowned in gold and sitting on their thrones in the old Cair Paravel. No, your friends may not be physically at your side, but that doesn’t mean you’re without them forever.
You step down a twisting staircase and make your way to the main floor for a light breakfast. You’re almost to the great hall to eat with the rest of the court when an arm darts out of a side hall, wrapping quickly around yours and pulling you down the narrow passageway. At first, you’re startled, but your surprise immediately melts away when you see the face of your would-be assailant.
“Caspian,” you exclaim, “You startled me!”
The prince laughs, his dark hair shaking as he does. “It’s getting harder and harder to catch you off guard these days. I have to take my chances when I get them.”
You sigh, fighting and failing to keep the good humor from your face upon seeing him. “Or, you could just greet me face to face like the rest of your court. I’m not sure why you feel the need to startle me. It can’t be proper.”
“Proper?” Caspian asks, eyebrows raising. “When I first met you, you held a sword to my throat. I’m not sure you’re the one to talk to me about propriety.”
Your face heats up as you remember that day. When you and the Pevensies had been suddenly brought back to Narnia, you’d been making your way through the forest when you were accosted by Caspian, who had made a bold introduction by attempting to duel Peter. In a rush to defend your friend, you’d joined in, refusing to lift your blade from Caspian’s direction until Peter made sense of the situation. At the time, you’d only known Caspian as someone trying to hurt Peter, but Caspian found the whole thing quite amusing and has naturally refused to let you forget it. For someone of such political importance, he seems quite delighted by the thought that you’d been so willing to challenge him. He’d never brought up Peter’s involvement in the forest duel, either, just you, as if the most pressing memory of that day wasn’t his encounter with the mythical Pevensies but the moment he first crossed paths with you.
“You’ll never let that go, will you?” You ask, trying to regain control over the conversation.
Caspian’s smile is broad and self-satisfied. “I fail to see a reason why I should.”
“I fail to see a reason why you should be trying to scare me so early in the morning. Have you been waiting around for me to walk by so you could jump out and startle me? How long have you been here? I’m sure the rest of your cabinet has pressing matters to discuss with you,” you say, pointedly looking anywhere but at Caspian. If you were to meet his eyes again, you’re fairly sure your grin would become ridiculous.
“I am talking to my advisors,” Caspian says, absentmindedly reaching out a hand to straighten your collar. His fingers linger against the base of your throat for a heartbeat longer than explainable, then quickly dart away again. “I’m speaking to you, aren’t I?”
All of a sudden, you feel much too visible here, just off the well-beaten path of a central corridor. Anyone could see you here– and what would they see, anyway, but the prince far too close to you than royal etiquette should allow, and you, giggling over him, unable to make yourself step away even though you know better. Simultaneously, you feel that the world exists only of you and Caspian, and the sure knowledge that someone is watching. The solitude and sense of surveillance seem to twist in your mind, forward and back like a rocking chair, until you manage to get a hold of yourself again and turn away.
“We should go,” you say, making direct eye contact with the floor. “The others will be expecting us to breakfast soon.”
“Right,” Caspian says hastily. “Of course. See, this is why I need you, Y/N. How else would I stay focused?”
“You need me?” You ask, half laughing. “You’ve only known me for a few months, Caspian. What were you doing in the time before that?”
“Waiting for you,” Caspian says below his breath, almost too soft for you to hear. When you turn back to confirm that you heard him correctly, he’s already moving, offering you his arm so he can escort you down the hall. “You’re right, as always. Breakfast it is.”
The fabric of his shirtsleeve is soft beneath your fingertips, warmed by the skin beneath. You try to keep your breathing steady as Caspian walks you to the double doors of the great hall, as if there were nothing at all unusual about the prince and soon to be king of the castle walking so closely with one of his advisors, with you. When you enter the hall, you’re certain everyone must be staring at you, that they must feel the tidal wave of emotions coursing through you as strongly as you do, but conversation carries on as normal and it’s as if nothing happened at all. Everyone rises when Caspian sits at the table, as per custom, but soon enough everyone is seated again and the bubble of chatter envelopes you again.
Caspian makes a point of offering you the seat to his right, but he’s distracted by the appearance of the captain of the guard with an update on the night’s watch, and in the meantime, another advisor sitting one to your other side leans over to speak with you. This is a man called Narla, who’d been brought to the castle from the southeast ports for his strength with trade negotiations. He’s about your age, if a little older, but he’s always been friendly to you, and you find that your political views tend to align with his more often than not.
“Have you had time to think about that Rhilustan’s proposition?” Narla asks by way of introduction. It’s something you appreciate about the man, his directness. You were worried that the other courtiers would sense your new arrival to their field of study and attempt to trick you or otherwise use their experience to their advantage, but Narla always gets to the point, never one to let prestige or past history get in the way of good decisionmaking.
He refers to a deal that had been suggested to Caspian’s council yesterday, where certain trade routes would receive more security from Caspian’s soldiers in exchange for increased traffic with more remote townships. Caspian had heard arguments in that session, but he’s taking time to think before he makes his final decision.
You tilt your head to the side, considering this. “I hear his point, it is risky to send large merchant parties on more isolated roads, but we’re still rebuilding our armies after Miraz’s deception. If it’s a choice between sending our guards to protect entire villages or a few wealthy trading parties, well, I think we have better priorities.”
Narla laughs, and over your shoulder you see Caspian take a sharp glance in his direction. “Don’t say that around Calacni’s supporters, you know how strongly he favors the merchant guilds. Still, I can’t say I disagree. It does seem a big commitment to send troops for the sake of a few extra nodes in the network. If I could counter, I’d ask if you thought it was worthwhile to send more troops only to give the impression to neighboring countries that we had nothing to fear and we had no concerns with limitations on the size of our army.”
You nod, thinking this through. “Not a bad point. The last thing we want to do is hint at a potential weakness so soon after a major battle for the throne. It must be made clear that the crown is not in any danger of toppling.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” Narla taps the table emphatically, not too far from where your own hand sits, thumbing at the spirals carved into your glass. Caspian had been in the midst of a conversation with his guard, but you see him send the man away, and all of a sudden his hand appears on the table next to yours as well.
You open your mouth to respond, but Caspian beats you to it, increasing his volume so Narla has no chance but to hear. “I hate to cut off this no doubt splendid conversation, but Y/N and I must get going. We have, uh, the meeting to get to.”
Narla looks confused, but Caspian is already standing, holding out his hand to you. You, of course, have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about, but there’s a beseeching look in Caspian’s eyes that makes you play along. “Of course,” you say, “The meeting. That one.”
Caspian nods, looking oddly pleased with himself as you take the offered hand, standing up beside him. “That’s the one. We’ll see you later, Narla,” he says, and doesn’t let go of your hand until the two of you are back in the corridor again.
You arch a brow at Caspian as soon as you’re out of earshot of any listening nobles. “What was that about? As far as I was aware, we didn’t have any meetings together until the discussions on Rhilustan later today, and Narla would be there for that, too.”
Caspian’s jaw twitches at the mention of Narla. “Oh, I’m sure there was a meeting. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten, Y/N.”
You fight a smile at the look on Caspian’s face. “It would appear I have forgotten. Do me a favor and remind me what it’s about, would you?”
Caspian lifts a shoulder expressively. “Oh, you know. The usual.”
“Trade?” You ask, intentionally keeping your voice light and blameless. “Well, maybe we ought to go back and invite Narla. You know his perspective is quite valuable in mercantile matters.”
Caspian is unable to hide a deep furrow of his brow at the name. “No, I don’t think that’s necessary. It would be better, just the two of us.”
“Just us,” you say as Caspian leads you into a courtyard. The morning sun continues to climb the sky above you, and the birds sing sweetly as you pass rows of flowering vines and trees. “I like the sound of that.”
At last, a soft smile returns to Caspian’s face. “I do too.”
You take a seat on a nearby bench, Caspian beside you. “You have nothing to fear from Narla, you know,” you add presently. “My interest in him is strictly professional.”
Caspian turns to face you, entirely transfixed on the next words coming from your mouth. “Oh? Would there be someone else you had other interests in?”
“Yes,” you say simply, looking over at him. “I would say there is.”
With that, you get up, beginning to walk back through the courtyard to return to the main halls of the castle. Caspian bounds up, hastening to your side. “Who?” He asks, suddenly breathless. “Who is it?”
You consider waiting longer to make him suffer, but decide to end his misery soon enough. “You, Caspian. I have my interest in you.”
A smile spreads across Caspian’s face, as warm as the day enfolding around you. Yes, you decide to yourself. Yes, you have made the right choice after all. Yes, you were right to stay, if nothing else than for this.
requested by @perseusargent, i hope you enjoy!
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Warnings: Children maybe? If I forgot about anything feel free to write to me. Your well-being is important to me!
Summary: The one where the preparation for the banquet is full of love, laughter and a light catched by sapphires.
The golden light of late afternoon spilled through the tall windows of the royal dressing chamber. It caught on the polished edges of silver combs and the soft shimmer of silk. Somewhere down the corridor, servants’ voices mingled with the clink of dishes and the rustle of garlands being hung for the evening banquet. But here, in the quiet heart of the castle, all was calm.
The Queen of Narnia sat before the mirror. Her maid combed the last ribbon through her hair. Not far away, Nico was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, playing with wooden soldier figurines. His older sister, Aileen, stood close to the vanity table, resting her chin on her hands and looking curious at the crown her mother chose for tonight. She carefully observed the deep blue color of the sapphires and the charming sparkles of the diamonds that surrounded them.
“Mama? Is it heavy?” Aileen asked, her voice hushed, as though the crown itself might hear. She looked up at her mother with bright eyes, and the queen smiled at her.
“Not so heavy once you’ve worn it for a while. Would you like to hold it?”
Aileen nodded eagerly. The queen sat the young princess on her lap and placed the coronet gently in her daughter’s small hands. The little girl’s breath caught. “It’s cold,” she murmured. “Like snow that doesn’t melt.”
The queen laughed quietly, holding the girl. "It is… But it gets warm when you wear it." She watched as the young girl gently touched the stones. "Would you like to try it on?" Aileen quickly turned to look at her mom, surprise written on her face.
“Can I?!”
The queen smiled, her eyes glinting with a secret warmth. “Just for a moment,” she said, and carefully lowered the crown onto Aileen’s curls. The sapphires caught the sunlight, scattering fragments of blue light across the mirror and walls. For a moment, she sat very still, wide-eyed, as if afraid to breathe.
“You look quite magnificent,” the queen said with playful solemnity. “A true princess of Narnia.”
Aileen beamed, twisting toward her brother. “Nico, look!”
Nico grinned, setting down his soldiers. “You look like Mama—but smaller.”
Before the queen could reply, the door opened with a soft creak. The tall figure of King Caspian stepped in. The sunlight framed him for an instant before he crossed the threshold, his expression easing at the sight before him.
“Well now… Isn’t she the most beautiful princess in the whole realm?” he said with a warm voice. Aileen squealed and scrambled from her mother’s lap to run to him, the crown tilting precariously.
“Papa, look! Mama said I could wear it!” Caspian chuckled, kneeling to her level. He adjusted the crown with careful fingers, then pretended to study her face with mock seriousness.
“Yes, I think it suits you.” He kissed her forehead, a smile of pride in his eyes. “However, you need to grow a little more for it to fit you perfectly.”
Aileen giggled, pressing her hands over the sides of the crown as though afraid it might slip off. “I’ll grow quickly then,” she declared.
“Don’t be too fast, my little flower. Let your papa cherish the moment when he can still hold you.” Caspian scooped her in his arms, making the girl giggle. She cuddled into his body, and he kissed her temple. The king glanced down at Nico, who had lined up his wooden soldiers in perfect rows. “And what about you, young commander? Still defending the realm?”
“Yes, sir,” Nico said proudly. “We’re winning today.” The young prince looked up at his father and grinned. Caspian laughed.
“I had no doubt it would be this way.” Caspian ruffled the boy's hair and moved to his wife, who watched them with a loving smile. He bent down a little and gently kissed her lips.
“You look magnificent, my love.” He looked at her eyes. For a moment, he felt like the day of their wedding.
“Thank you, darling.” She gently touched his cheek, bringing him to one more kiss.
Aileen, still nestled in her father’s arms, tilted her head to look between them. “Papa, are you going to dance with Mama tonight?”
Caspian smiled, his gaze flicking back to the queen. “Of course I am. It wouldn’t be a proper banquet otherwise.”
“Can we come watch?” Aileen asked hopefully.
The queen chuckled softly. “Not this time, little one. The banquet will go on long past your bedtime.” The queen stood up and kissed Aileen’s forehead. “But one day you and your brothers will be the stars of these banquets.” Nico left his toys and ran to his mother, hugging her legs, making her laugh. She combed his hair with her fingers. She bent down to kiss the top of his head. “But right now you need to eat your supper and get ready for bed.”
Caspian put the girl down, and the queen bent down to scoop both of the children in her arms. They laugh at strong hugs, cuddled into her warm body. They welcomed the pecks she gave them with big smiles. They laughed more when their father joined the hug. Suddenly, there was a soft knock at the door, and the children’s nanny stepped in. She was a kind-faced woman with her hair tucked neatly under a linen cap. She curtsied lightly.
“Your Majesties, it’s time for the little ones’ supper,” she said in her calm, practiced voice.
Aileen groaned, still wrapped in her mother’s embrace. “But I’m not sleepy yet!”
“Not hungry,” added Nico, though the faint rumble from his stomach betrayed him.
Their mother smiled, smoothing a stray curl from Aileen’s cheek. “You’ll feel differently once Cook brings out those honey rolls you love.”
That won the boy’s attention instantly. “The ones with the almonds?”
“The very same,” said Caspian with mock gravity, earning a delighted grin from both children. Nico quickly kissed both of his parents and ran to his nanny to take her hand. Aileen, with seriousness above her age, carefully took off the crown and gave it to her father. Caspian gently caressed her cheek with his thumb, taking the coronet in his other hand.
“Go on, my love.” He got another hug from his daughter, who said, “Love you both,” and ran after her brother. The King and Queen laughed quietly, and Caspian wrapped his arm around his wife.
“At least we got ‘I love you’ before they abandoned us for sweets.” He kissed her temple, feeling her shoulders shake with laughter. She rested against him, still watching after the children.
“I wish the time would slow down. They are growing too fast.” She sighed. “They were just born, and soon enough you will learn Nico how to hold a sword…”
“Trust me… If only I could order them to stay children…” Caspian gently caressed her arm. “But we still have time to cherish them.”
She looked up at him, and her small movement of the chin gave him a sign to kiss her deeply. She wrapped her arms around him, trying to be closer to him. When they broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers. “I’m afraid we don’t have more time before the banquet…”
“You may be right… But I wish we could stay like this.” He stole one more kiss from her, to let her know he wished for it too. He took a step back and looked at her. He was admiring how she looked tonight. Then he raised his hand holding the crown and smiled.
“May I?” he asked quietly, with a soft look in his eyes. She only nodded, smiling in that gentle way that had once disarmed lords and warriors alike. Caspian lifted the crown. His fingers brushed a few loose strands of her hair. He set the crown upon her brow. It seemed, for a moment, that the light itself bent toward her - silver and gold finding their reflection in the calm grace of her eyes.
“There,” he said with quiet pride. “Now the queen of Narnia is ready.” He beamed and kissed her hand. For a moment, they simply stood together. The hush before the ceremony stretched between them: two rulers, but also husband and wife, sharing the quiet steadiness of love.
“Ready?” he asked at last.
“As I’ll ever be.” she replied, slipping her arm through his.
Together, they stepped out into the candlelit corridors, where the music of harps drifted from the great hall. The air shimmered with the scent of flowers and spice, and as the doors to the banquet opened, cheers rose from the assembled guests. The King and Queen of Narnia entered - hand in hand - beneath the vaulted ceiling of the castle. The night was joyful. Full of talks about politics and more friendly topics. What the king and queen didn’t know was that at some point, two little guests stood hidden behind the pillar. They watched, with bright eyes, as their parents twirled on the dance floor. The children laughed quietly in awe of them. Their laughter grew even louder when the nanny found them and, with a soft smile, she led them to the nursery.
Author’s note: Oh, I make you all wait so long for next Caspian fic... When was the last one? Two, three years ago? That long this one was in my mind, getting ready to come in that form.
Writing about the coronet, I had Queen Victoria's Sapphire Coronet in mind.
Thank you so much for reading! If it’s not too much trouble, I would love to hear your thoughts about it. Any feedback is greatly appreciated and motivates me to work.
I am sorry about every grammar mistake and misspelling. English is not my first language.
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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.
summary ☞ When King Caspian overhears the castle's maids whispering about his yet–to–be girl, none other than his personal maid, he makes sure to tell her.
word count ☞ 2.1k+
warnings ☞ fluff, little use of YN, set after Voyage of the Dawn Treader, lots of bickering, teeny tiny Shakespeare allusion, (lmk if i missed any!)
mene's notes ☞ previously posted on @/selenewowww. king caspian >>> prince caspian all the way. i love him. leave a comment and a reblog!!! pt2
dividers by ☞ @cursed-carmine, @cafekitsune
Life at Cair Paravel was nothing short of magnificent.
As the King’s first maid, YN was more privileged than most maids and knights. She hadn't been in the palace for long, or anyway, not as long as some other servants, but her dutifulness and gentleness got her in such a high position.
Serving Narnia’s King meant staying by his side all day. Helping him whenever he needed. Brought him tea late at night, before he would lay down. Readied him baths after his strenuous training. But over all, she was his best friend.
King Caspian wasn't by any means a lone man, but he certainly wasn't surrounded by people his age. Most council members were grey–bearded, but nonetheless wiser. Their help had been a crucial element during wartimes, and he was forever grateful for that. However, having a lady in his age range was a lovely change, a breath of fresh air.
Despite her status, Caspian always made sure not to treat her as an inferior. Not only she accomplished all his requests without once complaining, she also was his confidant, the one person he could talk to freely, without ever feeling judged. He wasn't King Caspian, Lord of Cair Paravel and Emperor of the Lone Islands with her; he was simply Caspian.
A gentle knock, followed by a light ‘May I come in, Your Majesty?’, awoke him from deep slumber. The door opened, light steps making their way to the grand window, and a few seconds later the morning rays shone on his face, warming his skin.
He begrudgingly peeled his eyes open, adjusting to the light, and sat up with an unregal yawn. “YN?”, he asked, voice still thick with sleep.
She chuckled, bringing in a tray with his favourite tea. “Yes, Your Majesty?”
“Must you wake me at such an ungodly hour? I've already told you I wouldn't be upset if you stayed in bed a little longer”, he asked while watching her closely with an easy smile adorning his face.
“Unfortunately, it is necessary", she stated. “Come on, stop acting like a child and drink your tea, my Lord. Your day has just begun”, she answered with an amused smile, mirth dancing in her irises.
He let out a sigh, and reached for the steaming cup, drinking its warm contents with serenity in his heart.
“Lord Megilaz told me to remind you about the council meeting this morning”, she informed while folding his clothes, receiving in exchange a groan from the man.
“Wasn't it supposed to be tomorrow?”, he complained throwing his head back.
“I do not have the answer to that, I fear”
He groaned again, this time a tad louder, while throwing his head back, and covering his face with his hands, muttering a muffled ‘why?’.
With a roll of her eyes, she urged him to get changed out of his night robes so as not to arrive late at the meeting. He complied, but not without a few grumbles, amusing her quite a lot.
As soon as he got changed, he was sent to the council room with a light shove, and a reminder to be serious during the meeting. He responded with an eye roll, grinning at her with his usual easy–going smile.
In the meantime, YN was busy picking up a few books in the royal library for Caspian for him to read while snacking on fruit slices, his favourite part of the day. With a huge stack of books in hand, she attempted to make her way through the stacked shelves when she stumbled onto something, scattering all of her books on the floor and sending tiny paper notes flying off the pages.
With an exasperated huff, she bent down to pick up the books, gathering every piece of written paper and shoving them in the first book she could find, not caring if it was the wrong one. While doing so, she noticed a pair of feet standing in front of her, and then an amused chuckle drifted to her ears, like a sweet familiar melody.
She looked up and was met face to face with the King himself, gazing down at her with an overly amused expression and his hair tied in a top knot. “‘Bit clumsy, are we?”
She huffed and sent him a nasty glare, chucking the remaining notes in a historical novel, depicting the Battle of Beruna, and then stacking them all in a pile. “Instead of mocking me, you could lend me a hand, no?”, she muttered.
“Why? I'm having a blast here”, he teased again, leaning on a table, with the same pleased grin as before.
“Oh, come on”, she complained under her breath, moving a strand of hair behind ear, and lifting the pile again, not without struggling to stand up right.
He widened his grin and got off the table, grasping most of the books in her hands and carrying them by himself, following her as she headed back to his room, moving forward with gentle strides.
“Heard some kitchen maids talking about you”, he said out of the blue while walking through the corridors, sunlight seeping from the windows and illuminating the green grass outside in the courtyard. A hint of mischief coloured his tone, as if he had a secret to share.
“Hm?”, she hummed, half listening to him and half admiring the sight outside.
“I said I heard the kitchen maids gossiping about you”, he repeated.
The news enraptured her attention instantly, making her lips fall softly agape and her eyes to fill with surprise. Her head turned to focus solely on him, the gears in her head warping for a moment, her face twisting adorably as she thought long and hard about why they would do such a thing.
“What do they say?”, she asked, already feeling like a sea mermaid would with coming in contact with a human being.
Caspian shrugged, throwing at her his trademark grin, and walked ahead of her, facing her.
“Oh, well… Those kind ladies were discussing how ‘extremely laid back she is’ and how ‘she has it easy’ ”, he reported.
She gasped scandalised, her eyebrows furrowing and eyes widening almost comically. “Pardon? How dare they? I don't have it easy!”, she exclaimed. “Just because my job requires to be in close contact with you, doesn't mean that I laze around! Not at all! You're so difficult to please sometimes!”
It was Caspian's turn to be offended. “Pardon? I don't ask you the Moon!”
She huffed again, completely ignoring his words, rather focusing on the maids’ nonsense. “And, what's wrong with me having a laid back personality? On the contrary, I'm loads of fun!”
He smiled teasingly, falling back in step with her and bumping his shoulder with hers. “Are you?”
“Definitely”
“… You sure?”
“Of course!”
He huffed out a laughter. “Wanna learn something real fun?", he offered. “To show those kind ladies you know how to enjoy yourself?”
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him, a slight smile of her own pulling on her lips, infected by his. “And what does that include?”
“Sword fighting, of course”, he grinned.
She scoffed and shook her head. “Absolutely not”
“Why not?”, he asked in disbelief.
“Well! I can't! I don't know how to!”, she reasoned.
“That's where I step in!”
“Still a no”, she huffed.
He groaned and stopped in his tracks, making her halt in hers too. He stood straight, chin held high and shoulders rolled back; his usual regal posture. The one he used when in meetings or meeting the Narnians.
“It's an order”, he spoke with the authority of a great king, every word carrying weight and importance.
She gazed up at him in disbelief, her lips agape in a soundless scoff. “You can't do that?”
“Can't I?”, he retorted back, challenging her to answer.
Resigned, she let out a long sigh, knowing there was no way to change his mind when it was stone set on something. Her lips pulled in a thin line, head low while gazing at her feet, and the books in her arms held snug on her chest, as if shielding herself from a certain embarrassment. “Go easy on me”, she muttered under her breath.
“Just 'cause you're my friend”, he smiled.
After completing his remaining regal duties, Caspian had asked to meet her in the back courtyard, dressed comfortably and ready to learn from the best swordsman in the whole Kingdom of Narnia, in his own words. And so, he was waiting, wielding two shiny golden swords, with Aslan’s emblem engraved on the pommels, in Narnia’s representative colours.
And just a few minutes later, she had actually showed up, her promise to participate not empty. She approached him, a not–so–enthusiastic expression painting her face, framed by a few strands come loose from her updo.
“Your Majesty”, she greeted with a slight bow of her head.
“My Lady”, he greeted back with a pleased smile, offering her a golden blade.
“Hardly a lady”, she chuckled while taking the weapon from his hand.
“I'll make you one, then. How does Queen of Narnia sound?”, he winked at her.
“Tempting, my King”, she replied amused, eyes shining brightly like a star would on a dark night.
His whole face lighted up at seeing her so carefree, in stark contrast with her usual proper, palace–appropriate behaviour. With a few long strides, he reached behind her, hands ghosting over her arms to guide her to the right position.
“I'll make sure to keep that in mind”, he said, a wide grin audible from his tone. Nudging her feet with his, he kept on guiding her into the right stance.
“Bend your knees, just slightly. Your back should be straight, and your body slightly lowered, so that you'll be more comfortable moving forward or backwards, got it? Your weight should be evenly distributed between your feet”
She silently corrected her posture, flushing like a young noble lady would at the sight of a dashing duke, cheeks and ears glowing a pink hue given their proximity.
Had she ever felt like a young noble lady with Caspian? Oh. She definitely did. Ever since she first laid eyes on him when she arrived at Cair Paravel to serve him, all thoughts and promises made to herself to remain professional and distant went outside the window.
How could she not? Not only was he the King, and therefore admired by everyone, but he also had a heart of gold, truly a gentleman through and through. His beliefs were noble and pure, always prioritising Narnia’s needs before his own.
Given all that, how was she expected to keep her affections on the minimum?
Caspian wasn't in a much better situation.
As Narnia’s ruler, he was expected to marry a noble woman, a princess. However, after spending even just a few weeks, his heart knew that wasn't his fate. His heart knew he was doomed. Knew that its sole owner was the graceful girl who made it her life purpose to surprise him with little things.
That's why, after teaching her the basics of a sword fight, he deemed it necessary to reward her with a stroll on his loyal horse, Destrier. To which she reacted with an excited squeal, given her love for the obsidian stallion.
He chuckled at her excitement and eased her onto Destrier’s back, advising her to hold on tight.
“Having a good time, my Queen?”, he had asked, grinning over his shoulder at her, seeing her nod with a smile so big he was certain it physically hurt her cheeks.
“We could do it more often,” he added, hopeful that she'd get his motive behind the invite.
“Perhaps after all your duties”, she agreed. “Oh, but not on Wednesday!”
“And why's that?” he asked, curious.
“'Cause I offered myself to help set up the ballroom for next week’s ball”, she explained with an obvious tone.
“You didn't have to, though”, he pouted.
“I wanted to”, she answered.
“Your job is to stay attached to my hip”, he argued back, his feathers ruffled by her absence.
“That doesn't feel like a job to me", she waved him off. “And anyway, the other maids need a hand, and I'm willing to give them one”
Before Caspian could retort something back, he caught the kitchen maids discretely, or so they thought, gawking at them. Mostly at her, riding the royal horse with the King himself.
He smirked proudly and subtly pointed them out to her, “Oh, those kind ladies again. Is that the green–eyed monster I see in their eyes?”
She chuckled and swatted his pointing hand, “It’s considered rude to point at people. Figured a King knew that”
He shrugged and smiled wider, “Can't be regal at all times, no?”
“They don't know it yet, but soon— sooner than they could ever imagine— you'll be their Queen”, he added, a well–pleased grin adorning his lips.
Fluster colored her cheeks and the tips of her ears altogether, giving her a lively look. “Is that so?”
“Of course. Those kind ladies don't know what they have coming.”
