“He never talks about it, but we all know he has never forgotten that voyage to the world's end. I'm sure in his heart of hearts he wants to go there again.” - The Silver Chair, C.S Lewis.
summary: Caspian never would have thought that the woman he loved would run from him. You never thought that you could love someone as much as you did him, that’s why you couldn’t bare the thought of gaining someone you could loose. So you ran. You never would have thought you would run into him on your own little voyage.
warnings: angst angst angst, but a happy ending ofc. no use of y/n.
a/n: so I def made up a village (thank you chat gpt for a name). also I love “The Revisionist” by Kelsea Ballerini, so that is what this is kind of giving as well.
The boat below her rocked as she approached the island. It was small, sure, but it held everything she needed for the past few weeks. Given the fact that she went through all of her supply, finding land was the equivalent to finding mountains of treasure. She needed to somehow find food. She checked her satchel that was strapped to her waist before docking the boat. She had enough money to get her maybe another week’s worth of supply.
She hopped off her boat, hand resting on her dagger that was strapped to her waist as she took slow steps towards the hill. She looked around for any sign of food. The island was surprisingly quiet, not something she was used to. She took a few more slow steps before reaching a large door. Her head tilted at the sight of what was in front of the door.
A short blonde boy stood, looking down at a dagger in his hands and trying to figure out how to hold it. As she approached, his head snapped up and he immediately pointed the dagger at her. She raised her hands up in defense.
“Whoa, easy there, kid.” She said in a warning voice.
“Who are you! I was told to guard the door! You can’t go in!” She tried her best not to laugh at the boy. He did not sound threatening at all. She stated her name.
“I’m just looking for food. You can lower your weapon.” She smiled, he hesitantly lowered his weapon. He still looked at her, skeptically. She now had the chance to take in his attire. He didn’t look like he had been from here. His clothes looked familiar though, the style at least. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
Suddenly, she felt someone come up behind her and grab her arm. She yelped as it was pulled behind her and she was placed in a head lock. Another man, grabbed the boy and held a knife to his neck. The doors opened and suddenly they were being pushed into the building. She yelled out a string of curses and demanded that they free her.
She was too caught up in trying to break free to see who had been in front of her. Then, she heard it, her name. Spoken with a tone that was soft, but shocked. She looked up to see him. Her lips parted and her eyes widened a bit. What was he doing here? The man behind the blonde boy commanded him to lower his weapon. She peered over and caught sight of a few more familiar faces. They had also dropped their weapons.
A few more men took hold of Caspian, Edmund, and Lucy, dragging them apart. She was thrown to a different man who drug her along with Caspian and Edmund. Lucy yelled for Edmund, but it did nothing. They were all getting dragged away from each other.
Her chest hit the dirt as she was thrown into the dungeon. Caspian and Edmund were right behind her. She groaned in pain as she rolled onto her back. Soon enough, Caspian was right there beside her. He helped her up and she dusted the dirt off of her. She quickly let go of his hand, trying not to acknowledge the small look of hurt on his face as she did so. Edmund started trying to kick at the door.
Caspian just stared at her, as if he was trying to make sure every bit of her was real. She tried to look around for any way out, also trying to avoid his gaze. He called out her name again, forcing her to look at him. His gaze was soft, yet sad. He took a step towards her, hoping not to scare her off.
“What are you doing here?” He asked. She just stood there, looking down at her torn up clothes and boots. She was in the same clothes she was in the night she had ran.
“I could ask you the same…” she finally met his gaze. It was so hard not to crumble right there. His eyes said everything his mouth didn’t. Every bit of hurt, grief, anger, and even love. He was about to answer before Edmund interrupted.
“Can you two do this later? We need to find a way out” he grunts as he kicks the door again. Suddenly, a voice comes from the darkness.
“It’s hopeless” All three of their heads snap to the corner. She takes a small step back, Caspian immediately stepping in front of her. It was almost muscle memory at this point. He takes a few slow steps forward, trying to get a look at the figure behind the voice. “You’ll never get out”
“Who’s there?” She says.
“Nobody…just a voice in my head” the voice replies. Caspian takes a few more steps forward. The figure comes more into the light, finally revealing his face.
“Lord Bern?” Caspian says. He was shocked. The man looks shocked.
“Perhaps once, but I’m no longer deserving of that title.” He looks down, nothing but pure sadness in his eyes.
“Is he one of the seven?” Edmund asks. She looks over at him.
“Seven of what?” She asks in confusion. Caspian just walks forward towards the man. As he got closer, the man got a better look at his face.
“Your face…you remind me of a king I once loved well” he states, making Caspian smile slightly. Her eyes scan Caspian’s face. He looked different from when she last saw him. He was slightly more tan, he grew out his beard, and he definitely filled out a lot more. Wow, he was definitely still handsome.
“That man was my father” Caspian replies.
“Oh my Lord…please, forgive me!” The man scurries to kneel before Caspian.
“No! Please, please.” Caspian says as he rushes to make the man stand up.
In the background, Edmund climbs up to look out of the small window. She goes to do the same. They hear a woman yelling. They see a man and little girl chase after a cart full of people. The cart stops when they finally get to the docks. All of the people are then shoved onto the small boat.
“Where are they taking them?” She asks. She looks back and sees Caspian’s confusion. She hops down and nods for him to look.
“Keep watching” the man says. Caspian and Edmund witness a green smoke cover the boat. All of the sudden, it vanishes. Caspian hops down and the man starts to explain the green smoke. She’s lost in her own thoughts.
Every scream, every cry for help. It triggered something inside her. Suddenly, she’s back in her village. Flowers being burned to the ground, families being torn apart, her living quarters being destroyed, her parents being brutally murdered in front of her-
Her name snaps her out of the trance. She turns to Caspian, seeing his eyes of concern on her. He grabs her hand that was balled up into a fist. She had clenched her fist so hard that her skin was almost bleeding. She brushed it off and tuned back in to the conversation. Edmund just shook it off.
“We need to get to Lucy, before it’s too late…”
It was all one big blur, the shackles, the fighting, everything. She walked alongside Lucy as the whole island cheered for them. She made a beeline for her boat when she feels gentle fingers wrap around her wrist. She meets his eyes once more.
“Come with us” he says gently. He was never demanding with her. He had never been anything other than gentle, one of the things she adored most about him. She sighed.
“Your majesty…” he cut her off.
“Don’t do that to me…” he pleaded with her. She could see that he meant it. She never called him that, not even when they had first met. It was always “Cas” He loved the nickname she gave him, he loved everything about her.
“I just…can’t” she tried. He didn’t buy it one bit.
“I, at least, deserve an explanation…” he replied, he wasn’t wrong. Although, she thought her note had been enough. She was wrong, of course. She just sighed once more, before looking over her shoulder to her boat. She left nothing inside it other than her scraps of food. She needed to go with him, even if she couldn’t bare seeing him.
All she did was softly nod. He guided her into the boat, and with that, they took off.
The ship came closer and closer, each second making her want to jump out and swim back. However, she knew she couldn’t. Not when he had looked at her the way he did. She knew she messed up, she knew she shouldn’t have done it. However, no one can go back and re write the past.
They boarded the ship and she brushed off her clothes as she stepped up. She looked at Caspian and he gently took her hand, guiding her to the stairs.
“Men, we have one more castaway.” He softly smiled at her as he introduced her. He spoke her name. “The Grand Duchess of Addersfield”
As everyone on the ship bowed before her, Caspian did the same. He then lifted her hand and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. She just looked at him with sad eyes. He always did that, bowed to her even though he didn’t need to. He was King after all. However, he always viewed her as his equal, even though she wasn’t.
He led her to the Kings quarters where he searched through a trunk. He pulled out a clean, fresh set of clothes for her. He kept her clothes on his ship…of course he did. She simply nodded and thanked him before he stepped out to allow her privacy. As she changed, she couldn’t help but relax at the feeling of finally putting on clean clothes. It had been a while since she had that luxury.
He came back in as she strapped her dagger and satchel back on.
“A few more things…” He held out a sword. Not just any sword, her sword. With the Addersfield crest and her initials on it. She just gazed at it for a second. She softly touched the crest on the holster, fighting back the tears that stung her eyes. She accepted the sword from his hands.
“Thank you” He smiled at her, nodding. She strapped that on as well, turning to the mirror to help her. He slowly stepped behind her. Smiling at her reflection. Suddenly, a thing chain came into her sight from behind her. It was a dainty gold necklace. The pendant was snapped to appear as branches. The necklace he had gifted her originally when he found out she was betrothed to him. She softly gasped at the sight of it, and at his close proximity.
“You’re also missing this” He spoke from behind her. He secured the necklace onto her neck, fingers ghosting her skin.
“Caspian I-“ he shushed her softly.
“It is yours. I gave it to you, it belongs to you, not me” He said, his hands gently rested on her shoulders as she gazed at the necklace in the mirror. “You look absolutely breathtaking” He complimented her softly. She met his eyes in the mirror.
Before she could say anything, the Captain came in. He needed Caspian’s help with directions. Their moment ended as quickly as it started. Making her snap back to reality. He left her with a soft nod and then she was alone, still staring at the necklace.
It had been days on the ship. They had ran across a very strange island with invisible creatures that made her giggle a bit. Fortunately for her, Caspian hadn't really spoken to her much over these days since their moment with the necklace. He had his king duties, which she was completely fine with. Though, today he had called her into the King's quarters again.
Caspian, Edmund, and Drinian were in there discussing if they were ready to turn back. She could tell how determined Caspian was. He wasn't backing down now that they had come this far. They had been sailing for god knows how long. Drinian went back out to help keep the ship afloat. Edmund left shortly after. Silence over took the room.
She debated on walking out as well, but she could tell the king was frustrated. His hands braced himself on the desk in front of him. His head was down and his eyes were closed. He was thinking, or trying to decide if this was still smart. She let out a sigh and slowly took a few steps towards him. Her hand gently came up to rest on his shoulder. His head lifted and he looked over his shoulder at her.
"You made the right choice." She said, gently rubbing his shoulder. His eyes looked over her face. She felt her walls crumbling at the sight of his eyes. She went to take a step back, but his hand flew out to her waist.
"Tell me" Was all he said as he held her there. Her face scrunched in confusion. She knew what he meant, but she also didn't want to say it out loud.
"I told you..." He shook his head, his other hand coming up to rest on her waist. He was anchoring her there, knowing that if he let go she would run again.
"No, you left me a letter filled with lies." This was the first time she ever heard any form of anger in his voice while speaking to her. She can't blame him though, she did fill her letter with lies. She didn't know how to put her feelings into a letter telling her love goodbye. So, she lied. Hopefully pushing him away, making him not want to run after her.
"I don't lie, Caspian" She still tried to convince him to drop the matter. He just tightened his grip on her, his eyes hardening as he looked at her. He was finally displaying his emotions in his actions and on his face.
"You do...that is all you did. I want the truth. I deserve the truth." he demanded. She felt her heart crack even more. Tears stung her eyes and she looked away to hopefully dry them up. He called her name, making her turn and look at him as a few fell from her eyes. "Please" he pleaded with her.
A few more seconds pass by before she finally closes her eyes and braces herself to say everything she never got to.
Meeting him was the best thing to come out of the ruins that was Narnia. She had ran into him in the forest while running from her, now destroyed, village. She didn't know who he was, so naturally she went to defend herself with her dagger. Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy came to her rescue. Then, it was revealed that he was Prince Caspian. The man that she was supposed to marry.
Throughout their battle and adventure to restore peace in Narnia, they had grown fond of each other. She loved being around him, and she learned that they had a lot more in common than she thought they would. No wonder her parents picked him out for her. He ended up saving her life during the battle.
When he was crowned King, he announced her as his betrothed to the kingdom. She knew that she loved him, being around him more made her realize that. That was the part that scared her. Every time she was with him, all she could think about was her village. The village that she absolutely adored.
Adderfield was known as the Narnian flower kingdom. It was north of the castle, filled with every flower you could think. The flowers covered the buildings and every road. It was the place she called home, the place her family had lead for many many years. When the Telamarines took over, they came in and destroyed every part of it. They killed her family, she managed to escape. That is how she ended up in the forest that day she met Caspian.
Everyday, all she could think about was the day her village got destroyed. It was absolutely heartbreaking. She never blamed Caspian for it, she never thought of him like that. She was just so scared to love or be loved so deeply again. Addersfield made her realize how quickly things you love could perish. She didn't want that with Caspian.
She didn't want to love something so much if it was going to be taken from her. So she did the only thing she knew how to do, run. The day she ran, she had taken off the necklace Caspian had given her and wrote him a letter.
My dearest Caspian,
I pray this reaches you when the sun rises, so the light might soften what I am about to say.
I have been trying to out run this truth for weeks now, tucking it behind every smile, every time we walk through the gardens. But the longer I stay, the more I feel something inside me straining, something I fear will only grow sharper with time.
You have offered me nothing but kindness, nothing but a place at your side that should feel like a blessing...and yet I can feel myself unraveling beneath the weight of expectations I never learned to carry. I worry that if I remain, I will become someone I do not recognize. Someone resentful. Someone small and bitter in the shadow of a life far grander than the one I was shaped for.
You deserve someone who can breathe easily in a castle. Someone who won't flinch at the echoes of old battles or the ghosts of kingdoms conquered. Someone who fits your world without having to carve herself into new shapes.
I'm leaving because I won't risk becoming that colder version of myself, not to you, and not to the memory of what we almost were. And before you search for a deeper meaning: there is none. This is simply the truth I've come to accept.
Please don't follow me.
Let this be the final kindness between us.
She signed her name and sealed the letter. She left the letter beside him in his bed, along with her necklace. She knew it was a lie. She could never grown cold towards him. Being in the castle or around him could never change her feelings for him or her happiness. but that was just the thing, she was happy with him. She loved him, adored him. And that was what she was running from. Love.
Caspian had hesitantly let her go, knowing that now she won't run. She takes a few more moments to think of what to say to him. She walks over the the window, watching the harsh sea rock the ship. She sighs.
"I did lie in my letter." She says, not meeting his eyes. "I wasn't scared of hating life in the castle, I was scared of us..." He slowly stepped beside her, watching her as she watches the ocean.
"Scared of us?" He asks. She nods, finally looking over at him.
"I was scared of what we were becoming..." She felt a few tears fall at the confession. His heart broke at her words, his mind started racing. Thinking of what he could've possibly done to make her feel like this. She could see it, his overthinking. "I was scared because I had fallen in love with you, Cas." His mind came to a halt at her words.
"You were what?" He asks. She looked down at her shoes, glaring her throat before looking back up at him.
"I am in love with you, Caspian." She says through her shaky voice. "That is terrifying." more and more tears fall as she finally breaks down her walls for him.
"Why is that so scary?" She can hear the hurt in his voice. She shook her head, her hands fly up to wipe her tears.
"Because everything that I have ever loved has been taken from me. It has been destroyed. I don't want that to happen again. No matter how much I love you, I won't let myself gain something that can be taken from me. Not again." She goes on through her tears. Her heart shatters at all of the thoughts coming to her at once. Her village, the fact that she hurt the man she loved, the loss of her family.
"There is always that chance in anything you do. That shouldn't be a reason you run from happiness." He argues. He says her name, stepping towards her. He tested the water for a second before his hand comes up to cup her face. "I'm right here, I do not plan on leaving." She cries, finally melting into his touch. Her hands rest against his chest and his other hand finds her waist.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." She start apologizing through her cries. He pulls her closer, resting his head against hers. He shushes her softly.
"I'm here, it is all going to be fine, now." He presses a few soft kisses to her head.
"I'm sorry" was all she could let out through her cries. She can't undo what she had done, she knew that. But she would spend forever trying to make up for it if she could. He shook his head, lifting her head so she could meet his eyes.
"I love you." He tells her, she smiles sadly.
"I love you too" She says. He smiles, running his thumb along her cheekbone. He lets go of her for a second to walk over to the same chest he had gotten her clothes from. He grabs a small pouch out of it before walking over to her again.
"I had this made for you before you left, I was planning on presenting it in a much more extravagant way but..." He opens the pouch and takes out a gold ring. The band had vine like designs on it with a few small stones along it. The center held a pink stone. The ring mimicked a flower almost, perfectly fitting for the grand Duchess of the flower kingdom. Her eyes lit up and she looked up at him in shock.
"Caspian..." She called out as he took her hand, dropping down to his knee. He said her name, she let out a shaky breath. A tearful smile painted her face.
"I know you ran because you were afraid, and I'm sorry if I ever did anything to provoke those feelings. But I've searched every corner of my kingdom, every shadow of my heart, and I swear to you: there is no version of my future that feels whole without you standing in it. You don't have to be duchess here. You don't have to fit any shape but your own. If you choose me...then I will make sure Adderfield flowers grow again." He smiles, she lets out a laugh through her tears. "I promise to build you a home that feels safe, a place you can breathe. A place where you don't feel the need to run. I love you, endlessly. My heart chose you, and it hasn't stopped. Not for a single moment."
His speech drew more tears from her. Her other hand came to cover her mouth as she cried.
"I know this might be poor timing." He joked, she laughed. "But, will you marry me?" He asked. She dropped to her knees in front of him, taking his face in her hands. She wasted no time, she pressed her lips to his. He accepted the kiss, using his hand to pull her closer. She felt every bit of doubt leave her mind as their lips met. She knew he was hers, she knew from the very beginning. This was the man she loved with all of her heart. She pulled away and rested her head on his.
"Yes" She says softly. He smiles, pressing his lips to hers once more. When they pull away, he helps her stand up with him. He takes her hand and slides the ring on. She smiles down at it. He lifts the hand up to press his lips right above where the ring set on her finger. He gazed into her eyes, pulling her closer to him.
"No more running." He gently commands. She smiles, lifting a hand to rest on his cheek. She shakes her head.
"I'm done running." He smiles bigger, leaning forward and meeting her lips once more. This was it for them, they were it for each other. She was his bride.
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: You were going on a weekly trip for berries in the forest by your house, when you are greeted by a handsome stranger.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2k
A.N. No physical reader description used. The time, canon wise, on this is a little strange, just have fun and don't think about it too hard
You woke to the sunlight caressing your face. Your cozy blankets were draped and scrunched all over your bed. You took your time in getting your eyes adjusted to the light. Mornings like there were not as common as you would have liked. It has been a very rainy spring, and though rain meant a bountiful harvest, you loved the sun too. You let the sun gently embrace your skin until you noticed how hungry you were. Some fresh strawberries alongside a small loaf of bread sounded amazing.
After dressing yourself, you headed to your small kitchen. You got your loaf, and when you looked for your strawberries, they had gone bad already. You weren't too disappointed though; you were already planning to go for a nice morning stroll. Now you would just be snacking as you go.
Grabbing your basket, you packed the rest of your breakfast and set off on your stroll. It was strangely quieter than usual. There should be birds chirping and squirrels rummaging for nuts. However, all you heard was the sound of the leaves crunching under your feet. You looked around the forest floor, after seeing nothing, you carried on.
Last year, you found this strawberry bush, but it was unfortunately already picked of berries. You thought you remembered the way to it, but now it feels like you have been walking for far too long. You looked over your shoulder in hopes you had somehow missed it, but unfortunately, you had not.
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After some time, you spot something red out of the corner of your eye. You begin to walk to in that direction, when you here a sound. Hooves. No birds or squirrels but... horses? You brush it off and continue towards the bush. The sound of the scampering hooves grew closer to you, so you looked over your shoulder. Aboard a brown steed was a man. No, not a man, a knight.
What is knight doing here? You were a fair distance away from the Telemarie castle. By the look on his face, he too was wondering what you were doing out in the forest. He approached you and you saw how handsome he really was. His long brown hair lightly touched the neck piece in his armor, and his eyes were a shade of a very old tree. A color so deep and rich, you could lose yourself in them if you weren't careful. And he took a good look at you before speaking.
"These woods are no place for such fair maids as yourself. What might be your business?" He dismounted his horse and held the reins in his left hand. The sunlight touched his hair and it was like he glowed. His eyes were kind, but overshadowed by vaguely concerned eyebrows.
You did not want to pay him much mind, he may be a knight of a kingdom somewhere miles away, but here, he's just a man and a horse. "I am looking for a bushel of strawberries. Have you seen any?" You don't think he's hearing what you're saying by the way he's looking at you. His gaze was nearly glazed over as he looked over his face.
"I apologize." He shook his head a bit, as if to clear his mind. "What did you ask?" Great. He wasn't listening.
In a more direct voice, you remembered your manners to address a knight and repeated. "There is a bush of strawberries in this area. Have you seen any, Sir...?"
Realizing you have not recognized his title yet, he played into it. "Caspian, Goodlady. And I fear I have not spotted any strawberries on my ride." His tone was light, and his words were spoken much gentler than you would have expected.
You nodded. "Well then my quest is not over yet. Safe travels to you, Sir Caspian." You begin to walk off on to a new direction. Even if you can't find strawberries, there are still chances of blueberries being in bloom in this same area.
After a few steps you heard, "May I be of assistance whilst you search?" He came rushing up to meet you, horse reins still in hand. "Surely there is a better chance of finding..." he stared into your eyes like he could never get enough of them. "Berries."
You grinned but internally were unsure of this offer. Still, you obliged and let him join you on your quest of fruit. "I would have imagined that a knight would have better things to do, instead of assisting a simple woman with berry gathering."
"You're not simple," he muttered under his breath. The thought was meant to be internal, but it still was uttered. His eyes widened slightly as he realized what he said. "I mean, I would be honored to assist all within the kingdom I protect."
"So, you only assist the maids that catch your eye, I assume?" You questioned with a raised brow. You didn't really believe what you said, but you were curious as to how he would respond.
"No! No- well you sure are a sight, but- I would assist anyone who-" You cut him off with a loud and freeing laugh. He looked confused at first, but it soon dropped off his face.
"I was always told I kid far too much," you told him. Finishing off your laughter you spoke in a relieving tone, "I am sure you are the most valued aid for the Telemarines." He smiled and shook his head at that. How you did not know his title was beyond him, but he strangely found himself not wanting to tell you. Being able to simply be a man without the burden of behaving regal was exhilarating.
"You are too kind," he responded. "What brings the need of strawberries this early, might I ask?" You kneeled down to inspect a proper bush that may look promising. And he joined you, crouching a few inches away.
"Breakfast."
"You have not yet eaten?" He sounded more concerned than he likely should be for someone he just met. But then you remembered, he does help all those in his kingdom, according to him.
"I have enjoyed some bread, but I always enjoy some berries alongside it." He nodded in understanding. "I had already planned to explore these woods today, so today I just decided to begin earlier."
Caspian found your beauty enamoring. He didn't fully remember where he had seen those berries, but he was willing to force his memory if that pleased you. "I see. Earlier, I had laid eyes on some blueberries growing, I will take you there if you'd like."
You perked up at his words. "That would be lovely. Yes, please show me." You both stood up and as Caspian grasped his horse's reins, he had an idea.
"How would you feel if we rode there? It would be more efficient than walking." His steed had a beautiful coat and a sturdy saddle. Both looked very well maintained, there really was no reason to say no.
"Is it really that far? I would hate to have to impede on your schedule." Your eyebrows knitted together with worry. You already had this knight digging through bramble for some berries, and now you were going to have him give you a free ride as well! This was becoming too much.
"Nonsense. It would be my honor to assist you. And the ride itself will not be too long." He spoke with that same tone again. One that made you question if what he was doing was more than a simple favor. But you paid it no mind.
He helped you up and then got on himself. "Where do I rest my hands?" You asked out of pure curiosity. This was your first horse ride, but you didn't want to tell him that.
"May I?" You agreed, and he took your hands and placed them on his waist. You kept your composure outwardly, but internally you were flaring up at the idea of having to hold onto this knight so intimately. And such a handsome one at that.
When he took you both into a safe walk, you found yourself holding onto him much closer. You did not know what to expect when it came to a ride on horseback, but you never imagined it would be so... wobbly. You screwed your eyes shut and just waited for it to be over.
Caspian on the other hand was beaming at the feeling of you holding onto him so tightly. He had to hold back the laugh threatening to escape as he asked, "Is this your first time?"
'Is it so clear?" You were currently pressing your forehead against his back.
"Of course, not," he joked. You were so embarrassed, but luckily, he was right in how short the ride was.
"It is funny. I also wanted to ride horses at a young age. To feel the freedom of flying through the trees. But now, I am surprised by my fear." He helped you dismount, this time having his hands on your waist. And you ignored how it caused a flutter in your stomach.
"If it makes you feel any better, you were much more controlled than I was on my first ride. Or many people for that matter. And if you would let me, I would let you ride alone on the way back." He was being so sincere. His kindness was something you swear to remember.
"I would like that," you looked deeply into his eyes. Looking for doubt or any sign that he may not being completely serious about this. You found nothing.
The bush Caspian spoke of was perfect. It was overloaded with berries to pick. And with his assistance, you were able to fill your basket a fair amount. Once satisfied, you both approached his horse.
"You do not have to ride on the way home if you do not wish," his voice was laced with concern. As funny as it was initially, he really did not want you to be sick or uncomfortable.
"I have warmed to it, honestly. However, Sir Caspian, I do have a request though."
"Anything."
"Could I be returned to my cottage, instead of the clearing we were in?"
He looked relieved but also slightly disappointed that that was all you had to ask. And yet still he obliged.
When he picked you up and placed you on the saddle, your feet did not meet the stirrups, but Caspian told you not to worry about it. And you trusted him to be right.
He held the reins, and you held onto the mane of his beautiful stallion. Your basket was looped around your arm, and you were glad you didn't get too many berries or else they would have definitely ran over the edge.
Caspian led you slowly through the trees, and you could not stop looking around and seeing how different the world looked when high on horseback. "This is lovely. I see why this is a preferred mode of transportation. I could travel like this forever."
He chuckled and mused, "Yes. I assume it must be very nice to be seated and led everywhere you need to be." He made sure to turn his head, so you saw his smile and knew he was joking.
"You know what I mean."
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After arriving at your cottage, he helped you down once more. You said goodbye to the beautiful horse as Caspian opened the door for you. "I must thank you for your kindness and assistance today, Sir Caspian."
He bowed, "The pleasure is all mine, Lady..."
"(Y/N). I am surprised I withheld that from you." He shook his head, as to waive the strangeness of the lack of introduction.
"Unfortunately, Lady (Y/N) I must return to my kingdom. Until we meet again," he took your hand and placed a tender kiss on the knuckles. You smiled and tried to think of something that could possibly make him stay longer. But nothing came to mind.
So, you let him go. "Until we meet again, Sir Caspian."
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.
