Summary: Caspian and Peter hate each other. But what would happen if things changed? What happens when their eyes lock? Based on the movie "Prince Caspian". Rated M for later chapters. Caspian/Peter.
Warning: If you don't like boy/boy then don't read. If you do like it then go right ahead!
Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia. That includes all characters from the books and movies. I do not own any scenes that may be portrayed in this story from the movie.
We met when our swords clashed in the woods. I hated him from the start. His hair. His accent. His clothes. His attitude. He was too modest, unlike all other Telmarines I'd ever come across. He just didn't come across as very aggressive. I don't know why it bothered me, I just wasn't expecting someone like, well someone like…well I wasn't expecting him.
Despite all this I was impressed. His skill with a blade was exceptional and although I don't like to admit it, I had to fight back very hard. I also hated to admit it at the time, but I couldn't get over how dazzling his smile was.
He took us to Aslan's How, which were some more ruins and it actually contained the Stone Table. I don't know why, but this made me jealous. I'm High King Peter! I should know all the secrets of Narnia, but I don't! Of course it was thousands of years after our reign and there was a lot I didn't know.
I remember the first time we really talked. We'd discussed battle plans, but we had never talked alone. The plans to attack the Telmarine castle had been made and everyone was preparing for battle. We had agreed to attack the castle, much to Caspian's disappointment and to my approval. The two of us had gone to a clearing in the woods, to spar and practice for the battle.
"So are you any better with a blade than you were the other day?" Caspian asked as he drew his sword, grinning.
"Very funny," I said, a little taken aback at how boldly annoying he was being, so I said a bit sarcastically, "I have been out of practice for a year."
"And have you forgotten a lifetime of skill in such a short time," Caspian asked still trying to lighten the tension, by making a joke. Or what he thought was a joke. It didn't work.
"It feels like ages," I said, a bit quieter, drawing my sword. I was gritting my teeth. I had to remember not to kill him. How could he bring up my life in the Golden Age? I didn't want to think about leaving now that I was here in Narnia. Before I knew it he lunged.
I was able to block the blow, but just barely. He seemed a lot cockier than he'd been when we met. I could see, however, that the confidence did not reach his eyes. I blocked blow after blow and he did the same with the few timid blows I attempted. I had been out of practice, but having my sword in my hand gave me a rush of strength. I swung up and Caspian's blade pushed back against mine forcing me to stumble back into a tree.
Caspian's sword never left contact with mine. We paused, forcing our swords against the other. Our breath was coming in heavy pants and we locked eyes.
It was the first time I noticed the dark chocolate orbs that were Caspian's eyes. I was transfixed. As much as I wanted to keep fighting I couldn't release myself from the hold of his stare. It was as though Caspian's eyes were probing me, reading every secret and desire I had.
All of a sudden he pulled away.
"Perhaps we should stop," he said quietly, avoiding my face, "we should rest before the attack."
"Yes," I said, perhaps a bit too breathlessly. He sheathed his sword, gave me a quick nod and farewell, and walked off towards the How. There I stood feeling more confused than I ever had in my entire life. Why hadn't I been able to stop staring? What was it about him that had taken my breath away? No it must have been fatigue from fighting. Right?
The attack was a blur. We got in all right, but Caspian blew the whole thing by going to Miraz and confronting him. I knew it had to do with his father, but at the time I had no interest in thinking about it.
The battle was a blur of swords and noise and before I knew it there I was on a horse riding out of the castle and looking back at the noble Narnians who got left behind. I was torn. Susan was calling my name and with a heavy heart I had jumped the bridge and we began our ride back to the How. We didn't talk much, but tensions were high and at the How they erupted.
"What happened?" Lucy asked as she walked out of the How with the other Narnians that had stayed behind.
"Ask him," I said bitterly nodding towards Caspian.
"Me? You could have called it off, there was still time," he shot back furiously.
"No there wasn't thanks to you. If you'd kept to the plan those soldiers might still be alive right now," I said, even though I felt that he was partially right.
"And if we'd stayed here like I suggested, the definitely would be!" He yelled beck.
I looked at him and wanted very much to punch him in the face, but instead I kept yelling, "You called us remember!" We stepped closer to each other.
"My first mistake," he said gritting his teeth.
"No your first mistake was thinking you could lead these people!" my blood was boiling and I turned to go. Then he yelled,
"Hey!" His face was contorted with rage, "I am not the one who abandoned Narnia."
I advanced on him and pointed my finger in his face. "You invaded Narnia! You have no more right to lead them than Miraz does." Caspian pushed past me towards the How and I continued yelling.
"You, him, your father! Narnia's better off without the lot of you!"
He froze and at the same moment we drew our swords. We yelled and he turned. Our swords were pointed towards each others throats. How could he. How could he try to pin this on me! It was all his fault! Mostly his fault! I probably would have run him through, cause I was so angry, but luckily Edmund yelled and distracted us.
We all turned to see Trumpkin on the ground and Lucy running to him with her healing cordial.
Here I was arguing with Caspian over control of Narnia, when innocent Narnians lay dying. I turned back to Caspian, but he was halfway into the How. I looked towards Trumpkin glad to see he was revived and I felt the need to talk to Caspian. I then proceeded to go into the How with Edmund.
Author's Note: Ok so that was a little slow, but it's just getting started! Please keep reading!
