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 ☞ Finally King Caspian takes matters into his own hands and makes sure the maids— or as he calls them, 'those kind ladies'— have something real to talk about his girl.
word count ☞ 4.1k
warnings ☞ fluff, little use of YN, set after Voyage of the Dawn Treader, once again lots of bickering, caspian is a cheeky bastard (lmk if i missed any!)
mene's notes ☞ previously posted on @/selenewowww. leave a comment and a reblog!!! pt1
dividers by ☞ @cursed-carmine, @cafekitsune
You'd think that after that whole ‘show off’ parade Caspian had done, the kitchen maids would've stopped talking about YN.
Obviously, that's not how it went. Somehow, it had just spurred them to keep on gossiping about her, with the only difference that they now shamelessly did it in front of her. Just as they were currently doing, anyway.
She was in the ballroom, lending a hand to the maids in charge of decorating it for that night. Placing red and white flower vases on the circular tables, flattening eventual creases on the pearly–white cloths, adjusting every little detail before the guests would arrive. Those were her tasks. Whereas the kitchen maids were only assigned to place the trays of appetizers on the tables. Needless to say, they were done quite quickly, and sure enough, the usual three maids stayed behind to observe her.
She could hear them— of course she could. They weren't even pretending. Plainly talking behind her back about whatever didn't sit right with them. She didn't want to cause a scene. Reprimanding them surely wouldn't fix everything. It was no magic wand. Therefore, she, as they say, ‘sucked it up’ and went on with the tasks at hand.
After finishing and ensuring the younger maids didn't require assistance, she walked past the three girls and made her way to the entrance with a white ranunculus in her han, that was deemed as damaged due to a broken petal.
As she walked by them, their annoying giggles got louder, whispering— as useless as it gets, seeing that they could have been talking normally— and covering their mouths with their hands to stifle their laughter.
She clutched tighter the damaged ivory flower, a symbol of her inner emotions; delicate and beautiful in its own way, with some imperfections, but unique either way. With that belief well fixed in her mind, she successfully got past them without breaking down.
Only when she was in the safe confines of her chamber, did she allow herself to let out a relieved sigh, laying on her bed face down, burying it in her plush pillow. Aslan, how irritating they were.
Thoughts not very suitable for a graceful girl like she was, were rudely put on a stop by a quick knock, almost inaudible as the door was immediately slammed open, and shut close just a few seconds after.
“When will you learn to knock?”, she grumbled, voice stifled by the spinel–coloured throw pillow.
“I'm the King. Therefore, this palace and everything in it is my property”, said the male voice, amusement loud and clear in his tone.
“Cocky much?”, she huffed while lifting her head and upper half off the bed and turned her head to give him an annoyed side eye.
“Just sayin’”, he shrugged with a cocky grin, taking a seat on her bed’s cerise duvets. “What's got your knickers in a twist, huh?”
She huffed and sat up straight, facing him, head leaning on her open palm. “Where did you even learn that? I don't suppose the Professor taught you such a phrase”
“Wasn't the Professor”, his grin widened. “Edmund did”
Her ears perked up at the name, and she sat up even straighter than before. “King Edmund? King Edmund *The Just?”, she asked in disbelief.
“You know any more Edmunds?”, he teased lightly.
“Well, no, but that's— I love King Edmund!”, she exclaimed in complete awe.
Caspian’s smile fell slightly, staring at her in what he'd never admit being disappointed. “I beg your pardon?”
“You were well aware that I've always nourished admiration for him. Why else would I always slip a book on him between your evening readings?”
Caspian sits there, mouth agape and eyebrows too furrowed to not be dramatic, a hand clutching his white shirt over his heart. “You heard that?”
“Heard what?”, she asked, already ready to smack him for whatever nonsense he was about to blurt out.
“My heart breaking into a million pieces!”, he exclaimed, a sing–song lilt entered his tone, terribly awful to even pretend to be hurt as his smile reached his eyes.
She groaned and rolled her eyes for what felt like the thousandth time since she's met him, and grabbed her rose pillow to throw it at his head— which he dodged effortlessly. Damn his quick reflexes.
She sent a wholehearted glare his way, swarming with tenderness and playful resignation. She huffed again, letting relax her posture relax once again, looking up at him, taking him in for the first time that day.
He always had this effortless charm around him, with his white shirt carelessly buttoned up tucked in his maroon pants, his sleeves rolled up to his biceps. He looked put together, with his hair remotely brushed gathered in his usual top knot, even if she was certain he didn't try to.
Once she was done ogling him openly— something that didn't escape to Caspian— she retrieved her previous throw pillow and began fidgeting with it mindlessly.
“What are you even doing here in the first place, Your Majesty?”
His eyes lighted up at his title, having it come from her with such an intimate tone, warming his body in ways a fireplace never managed to. “Wanted to make sure you wore your best dress for tonight. That's all”
Her gaze met his, puzzled irises meeting his care–imbued ones. “I'll be wearing my uniform as usual, Cas”, she mumbled, like it was the most normal thing in the world. And it was.
“No, you won't”, he piped up. “Don't ask. Just wear something that makes you feel beautiful”
“But why—”, she started, but was immediately interrupted by his playful groan.
“I said don't ask! Take it as a direct order, yes? You're too loyal and devoted to the Crown to disobey an order from the King”
“Fine! I'll see what I have in my wardrobe”, she mumbled pouting, her arms loosely crossed over her chest.
“Now chop chop!”, she ushered him away. “Get your royal ass to your chambers before I throw another pillow at you! You have to get ready for tonight”, she exclaimed, standing on her knees on her bed and pointing to the door.
“But it's tonight!”, he complained.
“This isn't your first ball, Caspian! You know how it works. Get in your room, I'll arrive with the other maids in a few minutes”, she said firmly, her tone challenging him to retort back again.
He raised his hands in mock surrender, heading backwards to the door with a small pout. “Fine, fine. But I do expect to look ravishing”
She rolled her eyes one final time, muttering under her breath a ‘you always do’.
Having heard it, Caspian exited her quarter with a sly grin, holding her gaze for as long as he could before he disappeared behind the dark wooden door.
In the confines of his room, Caspian was left with the aftermath of their conversation.
He had made his feelings for her pretty obvious by now. That's what he prided himself on, at least. But now she was saying she loved Edmund? No offence to him, he considered the Pevensies like the siblings he never had, but Edmund was no match for him. Starting from age. It was kinda the same situation as he had been with Susan a few years back; they had a one thousand three hundred age gap! Not to mention, he had gone back to his world a few years prior… So what was she doing having heart eyes for him?
It's been a few days since their sparring lesson, and he couldn't shake away the thought of her ever becoming his queen. His lady. For that, he had found a solution, that didn't need much thinking, honestly. The options were only two: either he kept on dreaming of making her his lady, or he'd be the mighty king he was and courted her officially. Of course, he had chosen the latter. And what a better time if not the ball, where every nobleman and noblewomen reunited in a sole hall? He'd announce it to her, and would turn down all the noblewomen sending him tons of letters begging him to take their daughter’s hand contemporaneously. It'd be like killing one bird with one stone. Plus, her flushed face would give him the time of his day.
Just the thought of her shy fidgeting and reprimanding glances thrown his way the moment he'd announce it before everyone, put a sincere smile on his face. He could just picture her, avoiding eye contact with every human being in the hall.
Then came a knock, loud and clear. The door opened theatrically, a group of maids walking in carrying all sorts of accessories, suit choices and combs, led by his gorgeous lady, looking more professional than ever.
“Your Majesty”, she gave a quick bow, followed by the much deeper bows of the younger maids behind her. “We have little time and much to do”
Without waiting for whatever kind of answer from him, the maids immediately got to work: some were combing through his hair; some were choosing his jewellery and others were looking through all the suit options, discarding whatever didn't satisfy them. All while she was observing, giving directions to her helpers, without taking part in it properly.
He just kept his gaze locked on her. She noticed. And when she did, a slight smile made its way onto her lips, eyes sparkling.
“Have you found a dress worth your beauty?”, he asked finally, incurant of the nosy maids listening in.
“I haven't, no”, she answered while nodding to a girl to keep searching for the right suit.
He pondered for a few seconds, before coming to a decision. “I'll have one be sent to your chambers, then”
She turned her head to him, closing the distance between her and the chair he was sitting on, eyebrows furrowed. “There is no need to, Your Majesty”
“We've already talked about it, YN. I won't allow a ‘no’ as an answer”, he said firmly, not an ounce of upset audible in his voice. He then turned his attention back to the mirror, admiring the work the maids had done to his hair.
“They're magnificent, thank you girls”, he smiled through the mirror, reaching to touch his styled mahogany lock. He was stopped by a particularly shy servant slapping his hand away, jolting a few steps back when the reality of hitting her king set on her, a shocked expression painting her face. Caspian was left baffled, just as everyone in the room, but then burst out laughing, eyes crinkling with amusement.
The young servant immediately bowed to him, strings of apologies flowing out of her rosy lips, mortification replacing her initial shock. He waved her off with an easy smile, still laughing softly.
Seeing that the girl’s shame didn't waver, YN decided to dismiss them all, telling them that she would've taken care of him alone. They all nodded at her and scurried out of the royal chambers like a group of kittens obeying the cat mum.
Caspian watched in amusement, grinning teasingly at her from behind his shoulder. “They do whatever you tell them, huh?”
“That's the result of utmost respect. You'd know about it if you'd act more professional and less like a toddler, Sire”, she teased back, grabbing a white handkerchief, bringing it close to his neck, checking if it'd look good on him.
He gave her a scandalised look, pretending to be hurt by her comment. “Your words wound me deeply, my lady”
She shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips as she discarded the handkerchief, deciding it wasn't necessary. “You better not ruin our hard work, Cas”, she warned.
“You know I won't”, he leaned his head back, looking at her upside down. He waited a few beats before speaking up again, “give me an upside down kiss?”
She felt her cheeks warming up in no time, the pink hue extending over to the tips of her ears. As shyness crept up on her, she flicked his forehead as a way to castigate him, making a groan leave his mouth, head snapping up.
“You're an idiot…”, she muttered.
“Meanie…”, he said, pouting and rubbing his forehead, completely overacting.
Once she had successfully calmed down her raging heartbeat, she made her way to the door, twisting the handle. She then turned to look at him one last time, and took a breath, “see you tonight, Your Majesty”.
“See you”, he mumbled, still not letting his pout fall.
An hour or two later, she returned to her chamber after completing some left off work, twisting the handle with slight exhaustion. She walked in and closed the dark wood door behind her, leaning her back on it to catch her breath and regain control over her body.
After exhaling one last puff of air, she re–opened her eyes, scanning quickly over her room, her white ranunculus missing, but her attention was captured by the most breathtaking— and luxurious— ballgown she'd ever seen, sitting on her bed.
A rich shell–pink floor length, drape–sleeved dress. Intricate gold details and pearls ran all over the skirt and corset, lighting up the whole room when hit just right. It was… Truly the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her entire life. No jewel or diamond could ever compare to this dress. Perhaps it's just her inner young girl talking, who always dreamt of ever getting to wear such a beauty. But honestly, can anyone blame her?
She took some unsteady steps towards the pink tulip robe, like someone would when approaching an animal as majestic as a unicorn. Her fingertips ran over the fabric; soft and smooth. Nothing like her uniform. She could already imagine how wearing it would feel; the most white and fluffiest cloud in the clear blue sky of all Narnia.
A group of maids walked in, interrupting her trance–like enchantment to the ball gown. The young servants wasted no time dragging her to a chair, fishing out combs and so on from their satchels, and displaying it on her desk.
“Girls? What are you— Ow!”, she yelped, taken off guard.
“His Majesty ordered us to get you ready for tonight, Miss”, a caring–looking girl answered, though her brush strokes were not caring. Every brush felt like an eagle tearing one strand per time.
They were quick to gather her hair in a half up–do and to get her ready. In just half an hour, they were already adding the final touches, such as more jewellery than it was necessary.
“Miss is ready!”, squealed a redhead, rushing to hold a mirror right in her face. She put on a strained smile and gently took the mirror from the red haired girl. Her reflection met her gaze, and what she saw was a refined version of her, more… Sophisticated. Dare she say she resembled a noble lady. Would Caspian think so, too?
Just as quick as she was dressed up, she was practically dragged to the Throne Room, where the gala would be hosted. The maids left her to wait just outside, half hidden behind a curtain, “for the element of surprise!” they said.
A good ten minutes passed before her curtain was abruptly moved to the side, revealing king Caspian in all his glory, clad in a dashing burgundy suit, and his teasing smile immediately fell when his eyes scanned her form; He basked in her beauty, as bright as a gemstone, as breathtaking as dawn breaking. As beautiful as a sparkling jewel in a treasure chest.
In his warm brown gaze, his emotions were portrayed as clear as the blue, cloudless sky. The soft look was a stark contrast to the mischievous one he was used to wearing around her.
“You… You look… Lovely”, he said sincerely, his tone stripped by any kind of humour.
Under his watchful wonder, her face took the hue of the roses she had placed two days before for this event. When she lowered her gaze, Caspian had promptly taken her hand in his, easing her palm open and placing a corsage inside. The sight pulled a soft gasp from her, almost bringing tears to her eyes.
“This is for you”, he said softly, as if it was a secret only she was allowed to hear, meant only for her ears only. “I got some maids to take it from your chamber, cause I knew you're fond of it…”
“Thanks, Cas”, she uttered bashfully, eyes glued to the white tiles. Her voice reached his ears, a light melody, familiar but somehow new, a well welcomed symphony.
Then, he gently took her arm, and eased her outside her hideaway. “Ready?”
After taking a deep breath, she nodded, flattening nonexistent creases on the shell–pink skirt to calm her nerves. He sent her a comforting smile and started to walk forward, approaching the giant dark wood door. He tugged her with him, chuckling under his breath at her hesitance. The doormen stood at the ready with them approaching, giving him a 90–degree bow and at his sign, they opened the door.
“His Majesty King Caspian X, King of Narnia, Emperor of the Lone Islands, Lord of Cair Paravel and Lord of Telmarine”, they announced, voices raised and poised.
“Lady YN, Royal Mistress of Narnia, Cair Paravel’s Head of Maids”, the heralds announced lastly, taking aback the guests and she included.
Trying to get Caspian to spare her a glance was useless. He was too busy looking pleased with himself, leading her to the throne with a hundred pair of eyes glued on them, just as perplexed as she was probably feeling.
“What's this all about?”, she muttered discreetly under her breath, head facing the hem of her skirt kissing the white tiles at every step.
However, Caspian kept his mouth shut. Not even gracing her of a glance. And when he finally stepped onto the throne platform, he faced all the guests, blessing everyone with a bright, proud grin.
“Ladies, Messer's”, he started solemnly, though his barely contained enthusiasm was evident through his brown doe eyes. “I would like to take advantage of this opportunity to announce definitively my devotion to the beautiful woman at my arm”
Murmurs spread all over the rooms, a light buzzing of a nosy crowd reigned over the great hall. Some were blatantly staring at them, assessing Aslan–knows–what about them; Others were expressing their disagreement with the companion beside them. And, of course, the noblewomen, whose hope of betrothing their daughters to the king were crushed in a matter of seconds, were already spitting venom at her behind their fancy fans and well-groomed nails.
However, Caspian wouldn't let the whole night be spent discussing his decisions, no. He gave the cue for the orchestra to start playing, and opened the dances himself, inviting— or rather dragging— her with him. He twirled her around, held her hand and waist as if he was dealing with the most prized treasure of all Narnia.
A lovesick smile plastered on his face.
“Just… Answer one question”, she spoke up after several minutes of silence.
He hummed absentmindedly, too focused on the way her pretty eyes sparkled under the fairy lights, on how the dress and corsage highlighted her timeless beauty.
“Why?”
His grin widened a bit more at the question, his hand squeezing hers momentarily. “I promised you I'd make you my Queen”, he replied.
“I didn't think you'd be serious about it!”, she whispered–yelled, cautious not to catch everyone’s attention, even though every pair of eyes was on them for whatever reason.
“I was”, he whispered back, his hand holding hers travelled to her face, his thumb caressing her cheek.
“Everyone’s looking at me…”, she muttered while spying over his broad shoulders.
“Small correction: they're admiring their soon–to–be Queen”
She scoffed lightly, their eyes locking. “You haven't even asked me out yet…”
“Thought making you queen was enough of a tell–tale sign of my feelings”
“Well, I'd like to be asked out properly”, she replied, a hint of defiance and challenge shining through the mirrors of her soul.
“I'll have to come up with something, then…”, he huffed, pretending to be exasperated.
Music and warm laughter drifted into the night, setting with the sun, retiring from its daily work to allow the silvery moon to take over. As the guests trailed out, Caspian took her arm and run out, leading her to the gardens.
“What are we doing out here?”, she asked laughing out loud.
“Horse riding!”, replied him, smiling so wide his cheeks must have hurt. “I know how you enjoyed our list stroll on Destrier”
Her expression lighted even more, if that was humanly possible. Her whole being felt like standing next to a playful fire, dancing and reaching out with its warm flames. Just as soon as he left to fetch the loyal black stallion, he was back, with the horse following close behind.
She giggled enthusiastically, and ran to Destrier to pet his head.
“No time for cuddles, my Queen. Get on”, he playfully ordered, reaching out to help her, getting on right after her without any issue. He took the brindles, and Destrier took off in a trot, heading towards a small gold gazebo among a field of flowers, every single one with a different hue.
“Wanna rest a bit in there?”, he inquired.
She pondered for a few seconds before nodding with a wide smile printed on her face. “Yeah”
Helped her get off, he tenderly grabbed her smaller hand in his, escorting his lady to the small gazebo. “So… Would you consider this a date?”, he asked while taking a sit beside her.
She met his gaze full of mirth, and from that look only, he knew she was gonna tease him. “Well… You must leave me some time to ponder, Your Majesty, as it is a bothersome decision…”
“The wait is excruciating, my lady”, he mirrored her mischievous look.
Not even a few seconds later, she broke the act and burst out giggling, resting her head on her open palm, all while never breaking eye contact with the man in front of her. After her fit of laughter subsided enough for her to be able to talk, she straightened back up and rested her arms on the small table in front of them.
“It's not a date if there is no kiss”, she stated almost shyly, the usual red hue colouring the apples of her cheeks.
He grinned wider, eyes shining like a diamond in the darkest cave. “Your every wish is my command, my Queen”
He slowly leant in, reaching out to tenderly cup her face, gaze full of pure reverence and veneration. Her lips lifted in a small flustered smile, just as his, and when they met, for both was a unique sensation; it wasn't the usual fireworks exploding, no. It was more like an awaited treasure after a long, strenuous voyage. It was simply meant to happen.
The following day, Caspian awoke without his official lady coming knocking in his room. He felt well–rested and brimming with energy. As every morning, he sat in the lunchroom, while the kitchen maids served him his everyday breakfast. This time, though, he didn't simply dismiss them with a smile when their job was done. He motioned for them to stay behind, sitting comfortably on the plush chair.
The maids bowed curtly before him, all three of them sharing perplexed glances, perhaps also eager to have been beckoned by the Seafarer King.
“Girls, I just wanted to have a little one–sided conversation with you. Is that alright with you?”, he asked composedly, tone even and deep.
All three of them nodded without hesitation, their eagerness more evident.
He smiles a little wider, and sat up straighter, leaning his chin on his clasped hands. “Great… Seen your… Turbulent past with Lady YN, I just wanted to make sure that you all were aware that soon, she'll become your queen… And therefore, you will give her the respect she deserves”, he stated slowly and deep–voiced, spelling out the words to enhance their meaning.
They were taken aback by the veiled warning, but in fear of repercussions, they nodded either way, bowing repeatedly before him, eyes cast down on the floor in shame.
Satisfied, Caspian finally dismissed them with another wave of the hand, and once they were out, he let out a pleased sigh and leaned back on his chair.
One thing was certain; Those kind ladies would finally put a stop to bother his soon–to–be graceful Queen.
