Special thanks to seargentlambchop for the AU plotbunny!


Summary: When Dr. Cornelius realizes that Caspian has been corrupted by his uncle, he flees with the horn and calls the Pevensies back to Narnia to rally the troops against Miraz and save the dark prince. What happens when Caspian captures Susan during the raid on the castle?

Rating: M/NC-17

Disclaimer: I own nothing, just writing for fun.

Author's Note: This is Dark! Caspian people, so don't read if sensitive subjects easily offend!

Prologue

The professor knew his young mentor was beyond his help during their last session. It was a subtle change that had occurred over the past several months. It started with a few random statements concerning his abilities to lead and how much better he thought his uncle would be on the throne. Doctor Cornelius simply tried to reassure the boy that the Telmarine crown was his birth right and move on.

The boy's demeanor began to change as Miraz began cutting his lessons short, eventually taking it upon himself to teach the young man his own "lessons". Caspian gave the professor a subtle warning during their last lesson.

"It is not wise for you to continue speaking of such fairy tales, professor. I have grown to care for you as family and it would be a shame if news of your...beliefs fell on the wrong ears."

He knew Caspian was warning him in his own harsh way, which meant the boy wasn't beyond help...he was only beyond his help. That evening, as soon as the halls of the castle fell quiet, he fled to the forest.

Chapter 1

Although he had always been a believer in the Kings and Queens of Old, he was astonished when he saw them. They were so young.

As they formulated a plan to take the castle, Cornelius told them of the young prince who lost his way. He sat beside Queen Lucy, staring down at his hands, "I began noticing a change in him months ago, but I didn't want to see it."

"Well, what happened to him?" asked Peter.

Cornelius sighed heavily, "His uncle began cutting our lessons short...filling his head with all sorts of rubbish. He somehow convinced Caspian that the Telmarine way was the best and only way and that he was the only one equipped to crush the Narnian resistance...if it existed. I know there is still good in him...he just needs to be shown the way. In a manner of speaking, he saved my life...he warned me of Miraz's intent, which is why I am here now."

The brothers and sisters looked at each other, "We'll need to take the castle."

With a mass of Telmarine troops preparing to march across the river, their only chance of gaining the upper hand was to storm the castle. All agreed that this was their best and only option.

The raid on the castle was well planned, but no one could have predicted how many Telmarine troops existed behind the walls of the gate. Miraz, in his constant state of paranoia, surrounded the castle with his own personal army. The Narnians put up a valiant fight and attempted to retreat before the gate was closed. Peter watched in horror as a guard knocked Susan unconscious with the handle of his sword. He began to snatch his steed around to go back, but it was too late. The gate was too far down. He jumped off of his horse and began running toward the gate, but was held back by Glenstorm.

His cries of anguish filled the air as he was drug away, kicking and screaming. When Edmund reached the How, he and Lucy found out what happened to Susan. The Narnians didn't know what to say or do to comfort their Kings and Queen...they just prayed that Aslan would protect Queen Susan.

Susan woke up to the sounds of two men speaking in hushed tones. For a moment, she wondered where she was, but then remembered the fight and stayed deathly still...she was a prisoner. Her hands were bound together and her head throbbed.

From where she lay, she could see she was in a nice room with a fireplace on the opposite wall and a bed which stood in front of her. She lay on a bear skin rug, stripped of her bow, quiver and small dagger she typically kept strapped to her thigh in case of emergency. She quieted her own thoughts to listen to the conversation that was happening behind her.

"She is their so-called Queen of Old. I think this one is named Susan..." said Caspian.

Miraz's lips turned upwards in an evil smirk as he watched his nephew stare at the girl as she lay facing away from them. With each word to the impressionable prince, he was becoming darker and harder...he was becoming the perfect Telmarine.

"She is lovely, is she not my nephew?" said Miraz.

Caspian forced himself to break out of his daze as he stared at her...she was lovely. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, but she was the enemy and you never show weakness in front of the enemy. "Yes, she's beautiful."

Miraz patted his nephew on the back, "Consider her my gift to you...a thanks for being wise enough to do what is right for your people."

"A gift?" Caspian asked confusedly.

Miraz laughed sinisterly, "We Telmarines would have nothing if we did not take what we want. She is yours now. I will have extra guards placed at your door to make sure she does not try to escape."

Caspian's eyes widened slightly as he understood his uncle's meaning. He stuttered as his uncle left the room. "Thank you, uncle."

She heard the young man sigh as he walked over to her and looked down at her face, "Ah...you are awake. Are you hungry or thirsty?"

She shook her head vigorously and sat up, narrowing her eyes at him. He squatted in front of her and studied the bump on her head. When he reached to brush her hair away from the spot, she yanked away.

He laughed dryly, "Now now your highness...I won't bite...hard."

"You are nothing like the professor said you would be."

His face drooped, "So you have seen the professor?"

"Yes...and he believes you can be saved from yourself Caspian."

He glared and stood, stalking away from her to pour a goblet of water, "He knows nothing...I do not need to be saved from anyone, especially myself."

He walked back and offered her the water, "Here."

She cautiously took it and drank thirstily. She had heard him talking to his uncle, but prayed he didn't have the guts to do what the bastard was suggesting. Susan shifted uncomfortably as his eyes wandered over her body, "What are you going to do to me?"

He suddenly grabbed her arm and snatched her to her feet, causing the throbbing in her head to intensify. She cringed and attempted to yank from him as he drug her to his bed, "Are you afraid Queen Susan?"

She glared at him for a moment before spitting in his face. Before he could stop himself, he back handed her, sending her to the floor hard. He almost looked aghast at his own actions, but quickly regained his composure, holding her in his steely gaze as she tried to turn over as best she could with her hands bound.

"That was not behavior befitting a queen..."

She rubbed her cheek and glared at him, "And that was not behavior befitting a prince."

She saw his hard stare falter a bit as he looked away, "You know nothing of the behaviors of a Telmarine prince, Narnian."

She clenched her aching jaw and looked away as he removed his tunic, "You will sleep on the floor tonight your highness...if you behave, perhaps later, I will honor you with the presence of my warmth."

Susan shuddered and closed her eyes, thinking. She couldn't believe that this was the prince the professor believed would one day unite Narnians and Telmarines. The prince, she believed, was beyond saving.


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