When the King of Narnia was just a boy, his father taught him what it meant to be a Caspian.
Caspian's were fine, educated rulers, lionhearted warriors, strong fathers of his people and his land but most of all Caspian's held the honour of obtaining consorts who were well matched to ensure the purity of the next.
As the future Caspian X grew his possession of such traits were obvious and the Telmarian Prince found himself thinking of his son, he would be everything a King would want in his heir. He never however envisioned the mother of his son. That is until he meet her.
Susan Pevensie, Marksman Queen, Queen of the Horn, Queen Susan the Gentle.
Not ever had there been a more perfect woman to continue the line of Caspian. Caspian XI would be a fine ruler with a lion-heart to match and he would father the next Caspian to rule in a Golden Age made possible by the Queen of Old. He would take after his father in appearance, the only difference, his eyes, Caspian XI would have his mother's eyes, old wise and blue.
Time passed and the battle was won but Aslan sadly did not will it. And all he was left of his Queen was the memory of the sweet and chaste kiss she had granted him before leaving him. As King his advisors told him the need of a wife and heir and his thoughts travelled to the elusive Queen of his Heart and the Caspian she would've borne him.
The Dawn Treader came and went and he shush those advisors by marrying Ramandu's Daughter's and now he waited while she birthed the future King. He entered the room his wife occupied, approaches the bed.
"You have a son, my King" his wife speaks softly, barely above a whisper, careful not to wake the babe dozing in her arms.
The infant is passed warily into his and Caspian takes the time to appraise his child. He looks like him; dark hair and tanned skin. He opens his eyes, gurgling as he wakes.
He has his mother's eyes. Brown and inquisitive.
It strikes him hard, though it should've been expected. This child didn't possess the eyes a son of Susan would have. That whilst this child was his, in flesh and blood, whilst this child could be all a Caspian should be, he was not the son of Susan.
This was not Caspian XI.
"This is Rillan."