Lucy slowly caught up with her eldest brother. "It's been a long time since I saw you look at anyone like that," she said casually.

Peter smiled half-heartedly. "What're you talking about, Lu?"

"You know," Lucy teased. "That way," she emphasized.

"I'm not looking -" he cut himself off when Lucy gave him a look. "Fine," Peter said, laughing a little. "It has been a long time."

Lucy grinned and turned to face where they were walking again. "What'd he do to make you look at him like that?"

"He has this fire," Peter began after a long moment. "It's difficult to explain." Lucy chuckled.

"You really like Caspian don't you?"

Peter let his eyes roam ahead and they rested on the back of the Telmarine prince's head. "'Spose I do." Lucy smiled and began humming cheerfully. Peter shook his head and laughed. Susan turned around and smiled at the two of them. Caspian turned around, curious, and had a brilliant smile on his face that suddenly made Peter's heart swell and his chest ache.

Peter looked around, panicking slightly. "Caspian?" He felt his heart drop when he couldn't see or hear the Telmarine. He knew he should be getting everyone else out. He knew he shouldn't be stopped in the middle of the square where he could be killed by an arrow.

But he couldn't see him. And that made his heart stop.

He was scared.

It was something he'd never admit, of course, but whenever he was in battle and he couldn't see or hear any of his siblings, he got scared. Not because he'd worry over whether they'd lose the battle or not, but because he couldn't imagine life without any of them. It was his family, anyone would understand why he would be afraid to lose them.

This was Caspian though - Prince Caspian X. There was no reason he should be scared over never seeing him ever again. But Peter found his mind wandering briefly back to the conversation he and Lucy had had on their way to the How.

Peter shot up from his makeshift bed, breathing heavily and tears running down his face. He could still see the Narnians behind the gate in front of him. Knowing he wouldn't get any more sleep, Peter got up and began walking outside. He'd been sitting on a rock for at least five minutes when someone walked out behind him.

"The stars are very beautiful tonight."

He wouldn't turn around. He didn't need to. He could identify that heavily accented voice a mile away. But tonight, that voice made his heart clench painfully and the tears begin to brew at his eyes.

"High King Peter?"

Peter attempted to compose himself before responding. "May I help you, Prince Caspian?" It was the first time he'd actually addressed Caspian by name since the attempted siege the night before. The dirty blonde still had his back to the prince which was why he missed the faint pink blush that had spread over the Telmarine's cheeks.

"I was wondering if you might like some company." Peter shrugged, a very un-kingly thing to do at the moment. Before he could actually say anything, however, Caspian was sitting beside him, wincing at the movement of his left arm.

"How's your arm?"

"Hurt," was Caspian's short reply. Peter frowned, knowing he had been wrong to blame Caspian for the failed attempt to take the castle.

"Let me," he said, moving to help Caspian get his shirt off. Intent on his task, Peter missed the look of shock and bright blush on the prince's face. "I'll get some water." Caspian sat in the night, shocked that he was now shirtless in front of the High King. Peter was back before Caspian registered he'd left. Only when he felt water against his arm did he actually process what had happened.

Caspian let Peter clean the wound, wincing every now and then. "I take it you are feeling better then?" The dirty blonde shrugged.

"I suppose." He wrapped a clean piece of cloth around Caspian's arm. "I'm sorry," Peter said after a long silence. "I shouldn't have blamed you for the siege going wrong." Caspian looked the blonde, not believing his ears. "I was being overly ambitious." The Telmarine opened his mouth to say something when Peter tied off the piece of cloth. "There, done," he said, standing. "I'll see you in the morning."

Caspian was walking through the castle when he got an opportunity to talk to Peter alone again. "Peter!" The high king stopped and turned to face the newly crowned king. "I wanted to ask - what will you and your siblings do now?"

Peter smiled sadly at him. "You'll find out soon."

Caspian stood in his place, shocked. The portal had closed and his people stood around him. "You may all return to your homes," Aslan said, looking out to the Telmarines. They left, leaving Aslan and Caspian alone. "You should return to your duties, Prince Caspian."

"You knew." Aslan sighed. "The entire time, you knew that this would happen and what would happen to me." Caspian turned to face Aslan, tears in his eyes. "You knew!"

Aslan looked up at Caspian. "You will meet again. However, your time in Narnia isn't over yet."

Peter tossed the ball in his hands up into the air, following it with his eyes. "...and today's homework is statistics, -" he was cut off when he saw where the ball was going. "Watch out!" The dirty blonde tackled the boy that the ball was heading towards. It bounced off the ground harmlessly beside them. "Sorry about that, it got -" Peter paused when he looked at the boy he'd tackled "-away from me." He felt his head get bombarded with memories that weren't his but happen to him in a previous life.

"It's fine," Caspian said, shaking his head. He looked up at Peter and the same thing happened to him. They both snapped out of it at the same time. "Have we met?"

"Pretty sure we haven't..." The dirty blonde stood before holding a hand out to Caspian. "I'm Peter."

The dark brunette accepted the hand and stood. "My name is Caspian."

Peter nodded, distracted. "Hate to be forward, but I have to do something." Before Caspian could even ask, Peter grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into a kiss. After second, they basically jumped apart. "Sorry," he said after a long few moments. The dirty blonde looked down at the ground. "I don't know-."

Caspian grabbed Peter and kissed him again. "Never apologize for that," the dark brunette said quietly. He put his hands on either side of Peter's face, his thumbs wiping away tears.

"Sorry, I don't know why I'm crying," the dirty blonde said.

"It is the same reason why I feel like crying." Caspian rested his forehead against Peter's. "It is not a reason to feel ashamed." A small smile crossed the dark brunette's face. "Your Majesty," he said softly.

Peter let out a breathy chuckle. "I was wondering about that." He then remembered their place. "Come on. We can talk about this someplace else." The dirty blonde took Caspian's hand and began to lead him to a more private area, grins on their faces.