Caspian could never really take the Kings and Queens seriously, because to him, they were still legends.

He could remember playing with his friends as a child, pretending he was High King Peter leading the Narnians to battle against the White Witch. They would run around the castle, hacking and slashing at air, saving the kingdom and become the Kings (no queens in this game) of Narnia.

And then Caspian grew up and shaped out and convinced himself that these were legends, and therefore something that he did not believe. He never gave a second thought to his childhood games. He would be king someday, so he learned everything there was to know, trying to gather knowledge, and praying for his chance to step up and rule the Telmarines.

But his cousin was born and Miraz tried to kill him, so he ran before (he thought) he had the chance. Caspian blew Queen Susan's hunting horn, but he did not know what price came with it. So it all had to be explained, the magic of the horn, the Narnians that still existed, and what he, Prince Caspian X, had put in motion.

So he rallied the troops and found Aslan's Keep. They stole the weapons from his Uncle's troops. And Caspian felt proud that while he did this, because here he was a king, perhaps not by title, but by right.

But soon it was shattered.

That day in the woods, Caspian saw a boy with a sword and intent to kill his soldier. He was a king. He protected his people. So he rushed to save the minotaur. The boy was good, but he was better and he soon was holding the mere child's weapon in his hand. But a young girls cry stopped him.

The boy had looked at him and gaped. "Prince Caspian?" And he said yes and asked him who he was. He wondered how this child dared disrespect him. And then a voice had rung out, "Peter!" And there were more children, two girls and a boy. And when Caspian had looked down upon the blade he held and there was a sinking feeling in his gut as he realized who these people were.

He would have never guessed that these children were the legends from his childhood long ago. That the boy who stood before him had lead troops into the field of battle to free Narnia long ago. That this boy was the High King Peter and these children were the Kings and Queens of Narnia. And that this was the help Caspian had called upon.

That night, they shared their adventures with everyone, how they came from a land called The Spare Oom, which they were sent away from because of a war, and how they came to become rulers. And it puzzled Caspian how they were sent away from a war only to fight one. And he began to resent the fact that he was no longer king here, but Peter.

So he fought back, only to be refuted by the High King he had loved so much as a child. And when so many troops died, and Peter pointed out that he was a Telmarine like his uncle and his father, he was quick to draw his sword, to show him how he was wrong. But upon later thought, it would have just proven Peter's point.

And Caspian silently questioned why Peter was so eager to fight to the death to Miraz. But soon he realized that what Peter was doing was for his country, not for pride or glory. Because a real king put his people before himself.

But even after everything the Kings and Queens did, he still couldn't believe in them. Because in Caspian's mind they were legends, fairy tales, things that had no emotions, attitudes or thoughts.

And in Caspian's mind, fairy tales did not exist.