Hola! Ok guys heres the delio, my first attempt at a Narnia fic/I haven't been writing in awhile…lol um neways if theres something off with characters etc. im supa sorry…neways ya hope this meets the expectations of some but ya its just something I came up with and I would really appreciate some reviews tanks!! O and on a side note um there was no we're leaving narnia forever thing in this story, just the coronation happened…soooooo chappie 1 thanks guys : ) REVIEW!! Porfavor gracias!
"And you think that the best solution then?" Caspian paused, inclining his head and letting his hair fall dauntingly into one eye. "An ambush?" There was silence as he crossed the room and came to a halt at the head of the table, palms resting heavily on the dark oak. He furrowed his brow as he dipped his head and muttered softly to himself before straightening and fixing Peter with a challenging gaze.
"I-" Peter cleared his throat, he was not used to feeling as if he couldn't be taken seriously, and he drew himself up as the superiority of being High King clenched his gut and he exhaled sharply. "Absolutely." He responded instead as he looked questioningly at Edmund who raised his eyebrows, but did not offer his brother any support.
Caspian sighed and shook his head as he crossed his arms and began pacing, the two other persons in the room exchanging glances at his anxious behavior. "It has only been three weeks since that final battle with Miraz." Caspian murmured, passing a hand over his face and remembering the great stand he and the Narnian forces had taken against the Telmarines not so long ago. "How can there be unrest already?" He wondered aloud as he squinted his eyes to the flickering torches at the door of his study.
"Disturbances usually come after great wars Caspian." Edmund stated matter-a-factly as he began examining his doublet intently, "It is only to be expected."
"I did not expect it." Caspian growled curtly as he took a deep breath. "I don't know if Aslan was right in making me king." He bowed his head shamefully as he felt crushed by the tsunami of emotions that he had begun harboring ever since hearing of the growing band of Telmarine soldiers who had grown restless under his rule.
"Oh drop it." Peter said sternly as he fixed his gaze on the young king, his wisdom from 1300 years ago forming into a storm cloud and shrouding his face. "Aslan can't be wrong about that, and besides we believe you are exactly what both the Telmarines and Narnians need." He gestured to Edmund and himself before landing his fist softly on the table. "In times like this Caspian you've got to have faith in yourself in order to be the great king Aslan has prophesized you to be." He watched warily as Caspian dropped his eyes to the floor with a little shiver.
"I know Aslan has said no such thing." He murmured as he brought his sharp eyes to meet Peter's, "For all we know he believes I will fail."
Peter gave a short harsh laugh before standing up and facing Caspian, "I know he does not believe the latter." He began, his eyes narrowing at the steadily falling confidence of the newly minted king, "And, for all my siblings and I know, Aslan has great confidence in you, he doesn't need to have said it for us to see the truth in it. You will be great."
"Yeah." Edmund began, feeling slightly put out by his older brother's presentation and searching for the appropriate words to say. "We all have faith in in you, the final step is to have that same trust in yourself." He nodded his head and settled back in his chair as both Caspian and Peter took a seat.
"But this shouldn't be happening." Caspian said darkly as he glanced out the window and at the blood red sunset. "I thought both the Narnians and Telmarines would accept each other…why have they not?"
"Caspian. It should be anticipated that there would be rifts. Look at the history of these two peoples…it hasn't been the greatest and certainly not the fairest, and for that there is unrest." Peter stated reasonably as he brought his hand to comfortably rest on his sword hanging by his hip.
"And it is my job to fix this then." Caspian said bitterly as he shook his dark hair from his eyes.
"You are their king after all." Edmund stated smartly as Peter sent him a withering glare.
"I suppose that I can never show weakness then." Caspian breathed softly as he stretched his legs before him. "I simply have to hold my head up and be king." He said this reverently as Peter scoffed.
"You needn't be the king all the time Caspian." He said kindly. "You might have to act that certain way in front of your council and your people, but in front of us-" He paused and looked pointedly at Edmund who shifted uncomfortably. "We are your advisors, yes, but we are also your friends, your worries will fall on understanding hearts." He shifted to see Caspian's expression and his heart warmed to find the king was smiling slightly. He let the room settle into silence for a moment before fidgeting and clearing his throat. "But at the moment, we are advisors, who must get back to our previous discussion." He coughed as Caspian looked up with a slight smile.
"Yes of course." He responded as he tipped his head for Peter to continue explaining his plan to squash the advances of the rebels.
"It wouldn't do good to kill your own subjects." Trumpkin commented gruffly as some around the circle began nodding their heads. Caspian sighed and began shaking his head as Peter stood up and addressed the dwarf before Caspian could have made a move.
"Well of course he wouldn't kill his subjects, but this ambush is on a band of Telmarine rebels." Peter emphasized hotly, "And because their acts are treasonous and the danger from them is great, I would not consider them subjects of the crown anymore." He stated harshly as Trumpkin tilted his head thoughtfully to think on this. Caspian himself shifted uncomfortably as he glanced furtively about the room, he knew he shouldn't have called this meeting of the council in this fashion, but as Edmund had suggested, Caspian had opted to leave all of the Telmarine lords from the discussion. He after all did see the reason in it, he had no idea who he could trust of the Telmarine lords, and for that matter which one might have secret connections with those who were plotting deep within the forest. He didn't feel extremely right about it, but for now he had half of the council with him, all Narnians. He shook his head lightly before focusing in on the conversation that Peter was running.
"-leaving tomorrow is our only option." Caspian heard Peter finish and he immediately looked up startled as did the rest of the council.
"But that's preposterous my liege!" Reepicheep cried as many of his fellows began bobbing their heads. "That isn't enough time for us to prepare as well as we need to, contrary to what you may believe from our last battle, the Telmarine are mighty soldiers we need many men and weaponry. I say we leave in a week." Caspian grunted as he thought on this, his fingers moving automatically to his chin, where he began stroking, a nervous habit.
"A week is too long!" Peter argued as he settled into his chair with a shake of his head. "We must leave as soon as possible so that we can crush them before they can grow stronger. Who knows what can happen with them in the course of a week?" He glared harshly at Reepicheep who shrugged his shoulders.
"I am merely erring on the side of reason my lord." He said grimly as Glenstorm stepped forward with a bow of his head.
"Though I do not agree with him, I also do not agree with you sire." He said in a gravelly tone that caused Caspian to look at him intently. Peter frowned but motioned for the centaur to continue, "We should not leave tomorrow or in a week, in fact-" He paused, eyes searching the room and finally landing on Caspian. "I believe we should ask King Caspian what he thinks of the matter instead." His eyes held only what Caspian could perceive as some sort of confident warmth as well as a hint of a challenge. Caspian tried desperately not to look to perplexed or put out at the sudden attention as the entire council room turned to him and he grimaced slightly.
"Yes sire, we have heard little from you today." Trufflehunter ventured as he looked sullenly up at the king. "Is something the matter?"
"No." Caspian stated slowly as he felt his shoulders beginning to straighten, he needed to be strong for his people. Looking to the two Pevensie brothers for support and trying not to catch Peter's pleading glance to side with him Caspian contemplated his words before opening his mouth carefully. "I have been listening to the happenings in this room." He began confidently, sweeping a stern look about the room. "And though I have heard, I cannot say that I agree with anything that has been said." He cleared his throat as he saw Peter stiffen from the corner of his eye. "Indeed, I feel the best way to go about this is to leave in two days." He held up a hand as murmurs of protest began escaping. "There is time to prepare and the attack will be performed swiftly enough so that the rebels cannot gain too much power." He let a breath escape as he saw Glenstorm nod with understanding and what he could only hope was pride.
"But that is surely not enough time to prepare!" Reepicheep objected once more, raising his paws in stern warning. "I have heard that the rebels have fifty or so among them, in order to defeat it might mean we need twenty men!" He countered as Caspian again shook his head.
"Noble mouse, I see your reasoning, but I also see mine. I personally believe that it would do well to only bring ten of our strongest with us." He said sharply as many began gasping.
"That is certainly not enough your majesty!" Trumpkin exclaimed as he ran a hand through his beard. "You need the twenty Reepicheep spoke of, you'll be slaughtered."
Caspian shook his head slowly, "That will not be the case, the warriors I bring will be strong, and besides we will strike in the evening, helping our element of surprise."
"Though I do not agree with the timing I think that Caspian is right. If we do it in the cover of night with our most agile men we will most likely be able to capture all." Peter had stood up as he looked to Caspian for approval on his words.
"Of course-" Caspian started as Glenstorm trotted a ways forward, interrupting.
"You will not kill my lord?" He asked sullenly.
"We kill only if necessary." Peter stated as Glenstorm chuckled darkly.
"Let's not be optimistic sire, you know that they will put up a fight, the killing will be necessary." He shifted his eyes to Caspian who had gulped. "I and two of my finest will be part of those who leave for the attack my kings." He dipped his head towards Caspian and Peter in turn.
"And for that we are grateful." Caspian said hoarsely as he felt his insides clenching at the thought of battle.
"I pledge myself and Ferband here." Reepicheep stated as he swept a bow before the two kings and waited for them to nod their heads in acknowledgement.
"Of course, thank you for your services noble one." Peter stated humbly as he straightened from the dip of his head. "The remainder of those accompanying will be decided by Caspian and myself, of course we two are going, Edmund surely-"
"Sire? If I may be so bold, where is young King Edmund?" Reepicheep asked timidly as many of the company began murmuring at the absence of the usually active king. "Shouldn't he be hearing these matters as well?"
Peter flushed as he looked towards Caspian who had also bitten his lip slightly at the knowledge of the task that he and Peter had appointed Edmund before retiring to the council room. "Edmund, has- um, other important matters to attend to." Caspian stated as his embarrassment became a might stronger under the searching stares of the Narnians.
"Yes, he's quite occupied at the moment." Peter added as the Narnians began shifting uncomfortably.
"With what your majesty?" Trumpkin asked curiosity shining in his eyes, but not his normal placated tone.
"He-" Peter began as suddenly all of the council's ears perked up as they heard shouting down the corridor and from behind the closed door.
"Edmund!" A voice shrieked clearly vexed and quite angry. "Would you please get out of my way!" Caspian and Peter cringed as they realized whose footsteps were rapidly approaching the council room; this was certainly not supposed to happen like this.
"Su! Would you just stop it, I said no one was in here!" They could hear Edmund's obvious pants as he tried to remain in front of his dodgy sister who was making her way towards the doorknob.
"Oh, don't lie to me Ed, I can see that you are, and if no one's in here why do you insist on blocking the bloody door!" The council room was wide eyed at the behavior of their usually calm and collected queen and they shuddered as they realized that it was quite obvious that she had no idea that they were a few yards away, witness to her rant.
"But there is no one in here!" Edmund insisted in vain as he watched Susan's eyes flash with fury.
"Come off it Edmund! I've searched the palace and couldn't find Peter or Caspian anywhere, this is a most logical bet as any." Caspian listened wide-eyed as he heard scuffling against the door, obviously Susan had managed to make her way there. He watched as Peter began heading toward the door and the Narnians began shrinking back, certainly they didn't want to be noticed by their unsuspecting queen.
"Su please-"
"Oh, open the door." The strain was evident in Susan's voice as the doorknob began jiggling madly, Susan's teeth gritted as she managed to heave Edmund off of her and swiftly threw open the door before he had a chance to come in with another headlock. Spotting Peter first she grinned in satisfaction, "Thought I'd find you-" An audible gasp was heard as Susan pressed her back sharply into the doorframe, her hands flying to her mouth. It was obvious that she had just spotted the congregation of fidgeting Narnians who were gathered around the council table. Incredulously, eyes wide with horror, she pivoted to spy Caspian watching her anxiously. As soon as her shock had come, it fled, leaving her with a growing anger she was too proud to once again show to her subjects, though the first time she had it was unbeknownst to her. Without so much as a nod in the direction of the council she bit her lip and opened her mouth harshly. "I request an audience with the three kings." She set her jaw and threw a glare toward Edmund who stood just behind her. "At once." She added smartly as she swept from the room and to Peter's study where she would speak with the three royalties.
Her footsteps echoing away Trumpkin let out a low whistle as all eyes turned to the three immobile kings. The uncertain young men all shared a glance before Caspian opened his mouth. "I-I guess we better go see what-" He cleared his throat, "Her majesty requires." He looked pointedly at Peter and Edmund who all began nodding in earnest and he swept a glance to the Narnians. "Not a word of this encounter is to be uttered to anyone who was not present." He said dangerously as he met curious and embarrassed glances, "The council is dismissed." And with that he swept out of the room, Peter and Edmund close on his heels and all three of them preparing for the storm of fury that was sure to come.
Erm. Hope that was okay….buuuut Thanks for reading and please review !!
