Caspian sat on silken sheets and intricately woven blankets, his head in his hands. His eyes leaked slowly, and his quiet sobs could only be heard if you were close to him. He was distraught, and everyone knew this. So there he sat, in his own misery, remembering a conversation he had had with the traitorous Narnian turned Calormen not two hours ago.
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"She's dead! She's dead now, thanks to you and your master!" Caspian raged, gripping the hilt of his sword so tightly that his knuckles matched the colour of the tile in which he stood. "You foolish child. It never matted to him what the outcome of your battle was." The man spat, an evil grin plastered on his bruised and bloodied face. "If he had won, you would have died, and he wouldn't have had to save her, or return her. If you had won, which you did, he would die, as he did, and he wouldn't be able to save her or return her." The man then started to laugh, red, crimson liquid seeping through his lips and splattering on the furious kings armor. This only made his fury grow. "You should pray to Alsan now, for when I leave, there won't be any need for those ropes around your wrists."
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"My king? It is time." A soft voice laced with sadness and pain said from the doorway. The fair headed king looked up with red stained eyes, and nodded at the faun. Only a moment went by before the door was open again, Edmund slowly walking in. His eyes were the same shade as Caspian's, but so were most of the eyes in the kingdom. "I though I'd... I thought you'd prefer company to loneliness, so I came to ask if you wanted me to walk with you." For a moment Caspian sat in silence, still not sure what to do. At last he stood, and padded over the the young man he considered family. "Thank you brother. Yes, I do suppose company would be more preferred." With that, the two exited the room, and made their way down long corridors. They went for several minutes before Caspian spoke. "How are the others doing?" Edmund glanced at the older king, then answered. "As to be expected." And that was all that was said until they reached the entrance of the throne room where Peter and Lucy waited. Lucy immediately ran to Caspian and wrapped her arms around his neck, sobbing. It took all he had to not cry at her sadness. "I know, dear Lucy. I know." As they all went to walk into the grand room to face their subjects, Peter muttered. "She was too gentle for her own good."