A/N: Hello dear readers! Thanks for stopping by to read "Drawn to You," which is post-Prince Caspian happenings, based on the movies (but no movie verse) with quite a few liberties of my own. Caspian/OC. Lots of fluff. Rated M for very good reasons in later chappies and only a little language throughout . The story picks up right after the PC movie leaves us, and everything else is pretty much explained along the way. Characters and likenesses are forever owned by C.S. Lewis and Disney. It's my first story…be nice ;)

CHAPTER 1

It was exactly a week ago when the Pevensies went back to their land through the tree in the Telmarine square. Everyone, myself included, were sad to see them go. We are all extremely grateful for their assistance in restoring peace to the land. Things had been so bad for a while that I started to become pessimistic, hardened to the world and always believing the worst would happen. But things were finally starting to change. The castle had already begun to transform in subtle ways, now that there were plenty of Narnian inhabitants bringing simplicity and joy to the otherwise sterile environment.

I walk down the dark corridor in the Telmarine castle towards the throne room. It's pretty late in the day, so I'm hoping the council is adjourned by now. As I walk up, I see that I was right. A few lingering council members greet me pleasantly as I go to the door. I smile to myself, thinking how even the politicians are happy about the end of Miraz's temporary reign. I open the large black doors to the throne room and go right inside.

Found him: Caspian X. He is the future King of Narnia, my best friend of many years, and the occasional pain in my ass. We have been best friends for as far back as we can remember. I know very little about my early personal history. My mother died in childbirth, and my father brought me here to the Telmarine castle when I was a newborn because he was looking for work. He came from a respected Telmarine bloodline and was well educated, so he had no trouble finding a job with Dr. Cornelius, the professor of both the Castle and Prince Caspian. When I was four years old, my dad left me in the care of a trusted castle servant and left on a quest for an artifact that he and the professor had been researching for Miraz. But after several weeks with no communication from him, the worst was feared and later confirmed. My father and his handful of bodyguards had died from the harsh elements in the land they were searching. From that point on, I had no family left. Miraz might have been a tyrant, but I think he felt guilty for leaving me fatherless. He allowed Dr. Cornelius to take me under his wing, and since Caspian and I are only a few months apart, we both learned and grew together.

Caspian and I fought when we were younger, but I think we always had a mutual love and respect for one another. Deep down, I think he was always grateful for my company, even though he probably would have preferred a male companion, if given the choice. Nonetheless, we quite quickly became inseparable. There are countless stories of us getting into trouble in the castle, but we have both matured into responsible young adults (for the most part).

The past few weeks have been particularly stressful for the both of us. One morning, I had woken up and went to find Caspian as usual, but I couldn't find him anywhere. The professor found me and explained how Caspian had run for his life after his aunt had given birth to a son. Even though I wasn't high up on Miraz's priority list, it was still dangerous for me to be in the castle because of my allegiance to both Caspian and Dr. Cornelius. That day, I went to another close friend, Molly, who is a servant in the castle. I knew I could trust her, and she allowed me to stay in her house in the town just outside the castle walls. It was one of the scariest periods in my life. For weeks, I had no idea where Caspian was, or if he was safe. Then we finally got word, but only when Caspian, the Pevensies, and some of the Narnian army had come to attack the castle. After losing the battle, they went back into hiding, which everyone now knew was at Aslan's How. When Miraz left to go attack them, I could only wait and pray to Aslan that Caspian would stay alive and unharmed. More days passed, with no word from either army. Then when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, there was finally news. Miraz had been killed and his army was disbanded. More importantly, Caspian was fine and would be coming quickly back to the castle. Molly had been the one to tell me, and I couldn't stop the warm tears from flowing down my face. We had to wait two more days for them to get back, and although they went by slowly, they were less of a burden because I knew he was safe. When they returned, it was too crowded for me to watch their procession through the town. As soon as the crowd dispersed a few hours later, I borrowed Molly's horse, Istra, and rode straight to the castle. I happened to find the professor first and hugged him, glad that he was also safe after his temporary capture. Then he told me that I would find Caspian in his room. I have never run that fast, and when I knocked on his door and heard his voice telling me to enter, I couldn't stop the flowing of my tears once more. Throwing the door open, I found him sitting at his desk. He turned his head, with shock and relief flooding over his face the moment he saw me. He got up so fast that he knocked his chair over. Usually I would make fun of him for something like that, but not in this moment. He bounded over to me and swept me up tightly in his arms with his own tears grazing his cheeks. It was a sweet reunion.

He barely let me out of his sight over the following days, even though it became clear to me that he was very partial to Susan. At first, she seemed to be jealous of our relationship, so she refused to say more than a few words to me at a time. That all went away, though, when she met my boyfriend of several months. His name is Stephen, and he was extremely excited to meet the Pevensies, as I had been. When she finally warmed up to me and realized that I wasn't a threat to her relationship with Caspian, it was a wonderful few days. There was even a ball in celebration of the newfound peace in Narnia. Life was finally settling in, and happiness resonated throughout the land.

Then Aslan brought us together in the square a week ago. Caspian explained that the Telmarines could stay with us in the land, if they had peaceful intensions. Any others could return to the land of our forefathers, with Aslan's help. I had been watching his speech from the crowd, and we were all shocked when the Pevensies shared their plan of returning to their land as well. I wasn't at all surprised when Susan turned and kissed Caspian before she left. I hadn't had a lot of time to speak with him about her, but I felt sad for him. He finally met someone and she had to leave.

Now, we are all settling back into the castle, and I finally have a chance to talk to him. I know he has been busy, but he seems a little more reclusive and reserved than usual. Whenever I've seen him over the past week, it's only been short interactions. I walk up to the throne, but I can't see his face because it's hidden behind a large map he's apparently studying. I put both of my hands on his legs just above his knees, and lean over, pressing my weight into him.

"Guess who?" I ask. He slowly lowers the map so he can stare back at me.

"Hmmm. I'm not sure. Someone annoying, perhaps?" I squeezed my hands tighter on his legs, making him yelp a little in pain.

"Hey! I just got you back. Don't make me want to send you away again!" He just laughs in response, then grabs my wrists tightly and yanks them off his legs. He's stronger than I remember.

"Go ahead and try it lady. I'll banish you from being a disturber of the peace."

I stick my tongue out at him, and then sit on the closest council chair. "These aren't very comfortable, are they?"

He laughs a little. "No, they are definitely not." He returns to looking at the map.

Normally he's way more conversational. I've missed him, though, and want to keep talking. "So, what are you looking at?" I ask.

"Just a map of Narnia."

"Everything ok? With Narnia, I mean."

"Yes, everything is fine. I just wanted to make sure that I have an updated account of all the cities and towns. For now, Narnia is in much better shape now that Miraz is gone."

"It sure is different without him here."

"Yes, and it is for the better. He may have been my family, but you know as well as I do that he was a monster."

"True. But he did let me stay here."

Caspian looks up at me, smiling. "For that, I am grateful."

"Me too."

He studies the map for a few more moments. "So, I have something to ask you," he says, breaking the silence.

"Alright."

"Do you remember the stories about Cair Paravel?"

"Of course. The professor told us about it. And the Pevensies lived there before, right? Over by the ocean?"

"Yes, they lived there. And apparently some of it is left. I mean, not much, but there might be enough space for it to be rebuilt."

"You're going to have it rebuilt?" I ask excitedly.

He grins, amused by my reaction. "Well, I'm going to have to go survey it first. But yes. I'd like to, if it turns out to be feasible."

"That's wonderful!"

"I'm glad you're happy about it." He pauses for a moment, deliberating. "So, you'd want to live there with me?" He asks, closely studying my reaction.

"Caspian! Of course! As long as it's ok and I'm not needed here instead."

"What do you mean, 'as long as it's ok?' I'm going to be King."

"No, I know. It's just…I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do around here. I don't want you to have problems because you want to bring me along. I'm not sure the council will be happy with you bringing some random girl with no title or duties to live with you in your new castle," I explain. Caspian and I are now eighteen years old, so we are completely finished with our studies. Right when we were preparing for the next chapters in our lives, Miraz took over.

He rolls his eyes and puts the map down on the floor next to his chair, then walks straight over to the chair I'm occupying. He holds out both of his hands to me, so I grasp them with my own and he pulls me up out of the chair. We are almost the same height, with me being only two inches shorter than him. He lowers his head just a little to make a point of staring me directly in the eyes. "First of all, you're not some random girl. You're my Anna, you're my best friend, and I love you. I'm taking you with me...If you want to, of course. And second, I have no doubt that I can find a lovely, impressive sounding title for you to make it official if that will make you feel better. Alright?" He asked, smiling at me.

"Alright. I love you too and I want to go if you go. Well, if we can even build there."

"Ah, yes. First things first. You've always been the practical one."

"One of my many, many strengths," I say in an exaggerated voice, giving his hands one last squeeze before letting them go.

"Yes, and now you just need to work on that humbleness…" he jokingly suggests as he walks back to his chair and grabs the map off the floor.

"Hmmmm. I'll think about it," I reply as he comes back to me and holds one of my hands, walking us towards the door. We almost always walk hand in hand wherever we go. It's something we picked up as kids, and we just never really stopped.

"Good. Now, I'm going to go drop this off at my study. You can come if you want." We tend to spend a lot of time there together anyway. Even if he's working, I usually sit and read quietly. We both enjoy the solitude and being in each other's company.

"Let's go!"

We walk in comfortable silence until we got to the room. There's more I want to ask him, but need to wait until we are in private. He opens the door, leading me inside. Even though the Telmarine castle is so dark in color, this room is one of my favorites because it is one of the brightest. Just a few years ago, he had it filled with large oak furniture. The bookshelves reach all the way to the ceiling and are filled with volumes of literature. Sometimes I find books there to read, rather than having to go down to the library. His study also has a huge desk as the centerpiece of the room. There is also a small sitting area over by the huge grey stone fireplace. Area rugs from all over the country make it extra cozy, as do the chaise lounge and the fluffy arm chair that sits across from it. But my absolute favorite spot in the room is the massive bay window to the side of his desk. The windows extend all the way up to the ceiling, probably about eight feet. The cushion on the windowsill feels like it's probably the most comfortable design in all of Narnia. And there are plenty of throw pillows to make it easy to curl up or lean back against the wall. He walks straight to his desk and places the folded map on the surface. Then he starts a fire in the fireplace while I curl up on the chaise lounge. After the fire is big enough to burn for a while, he sits in the armchair, sprawling himself comfortably over the arms.

"Mmmmm. It's been a long day," he says.

"You've been so busy lately."

"I know. I've barely seen you."

"It's been awful."

He gave me his sad half smile. "I'm sorry."

"It's ok. I know you have more duties now. Speaking of which, and I've been meaning to ask you…when are you being crowned King?"

"That's actually one of the first things I discussed with the council. I think I'm going to wait about a year."

"What? Why?" I ask, taken aback. I thought he would be crowned almost immediately. Narnia has to have a King, after all.

"Well, a few reasons, actually. The first is that Narnia is still very fragile, even though we are finally at peace. Some of the Narnians still don't trust Telmarines. Even though I fought with them and have many supporters, some continue to question my intentions. I was hoping that since it was my suggestion to wait that long that they would begin to trust me and see that I want harmony as much as they do. I'm willing to wait for the sake of peace. As far as I know, it has been seen favorably."

"That's good. So what are the other reasons?"

"The other main one is the rebuilding of Cair Paravel. I thought it would be another good gesture for me to rebuild the Narnian city. I hope to have it completed in under a year. That way, I can be crowned King there, as another way to appease the people."

He is already making such wise decisions. He really will make a great King.

"That's another good idea."

"That's what I've been hoping. But there was something else. The council has brought up the topic of my marriage."

I look at him, showing my annoyance.

"I know. That's how I feel."

"So what are they saying?"

"Well, they can't really do anything until I'm actually crowned King. That's another reason why it's good for me to wait a year. It gets them off my back, at least legally, for a little while longer."

"Have you even thought about it? Marriage, I mean?"

"Not really, but I figured it would come up someday. I obviously know that I don't want to have to marry a complete stranger. I want to marry for love, just like everyone else." I nod in agreement. I want that for him, too. It's not fair for him to have to marry someone he doesn't even know for the sake of an heir. His voice and demeanor suddenly gets more serious and he looks over at me. "I had been thinking though…you…"

But he can't finish his thought, because my other best friend and personal servant, Molly, bursts into the room.

"Hasn't anyone told you that it's polite to knock before entering a room?" Caspian asks, annoyed.

"Hasn't anyone told you to not talk down to a servant?" Counters Molly.

"Alright you two! It's a wonder I put up with the both of you," I say. I pat the open spot at the end of the chaise lounge, so Molly comes and plops herself down.

Caspian and I, as if with some unspoken agreement, just sit in our places and stare silently at Molly. She quickly looks back and forth expectantly between us.

"So, have I interrupted a delightful conversation?"

I snort, and then say, "We may have told you, if you had just knocked." Caspian laughs, happy that I suddenly take his side of the argument.

"Oh will you both just get over it?" She says loudly, which just makes Caspian and I giggle even more. She continues, "I just ran into Ty. She said the dearest Prince hadn't stopped by for any dinner yet. Do you want me to bring you something, or are you going to go to the kitchen?" she asks Caspian.

He thinks for a second, "I think I'll go down. Thank you so much for your grave concern, Molly Mayhem." I laugh hard. He hasn't used that nickname in a while. He started calling her that a few years ago, when she had a particularly bad bout of clumsiness.

"I kinda just wish you would sit up here and starve," she says to him before getting up and heading over to the door, waiting for him to follow.

He looks over at me, "You coming?"

I shake my head no. "I ate earlier. Besides, I should probably go see Stephen." He looks a little annoyed at my suggestion. Stephen and Caspian get along. Well, for the most part. And when they do, I think it's only for my benefit. But Caspian has always been a little leery of him. Stephen is my first real boyfriend, and we have been courting now for about six months. I keep telling myself that Caspian's just being protective, but I'm not sure why he keeps acting like that. He used to hide his displeasure, but has been increasingly frustrated even at the mention of his name. We both stand, and he comes and gives me a quick hug.

"See you tomorrow?"

"I hope so!"

And with that, he leaves for the kitchens, following behind Molly.

I really did need to go find Stephen. I haven't seen him since yesterday afternoon. His duties as ambassador tend to keep him fairly busy. He travels more often than I like, but I've been glad to have him around a lot lately. I met him for the first time two years ago when we were eighteen. That's when he was old enough to begin his duties in the castle. I didn't even know he remembered me until he made a point to show up in several of my favorite places. Being ambassador, he has a room inside the castle but it is on the opposite side as Caspian and I's. There is a garden on his side of the palace where he spends a lot of time, and that's where I find him.

"Hiiiiiii!" I greet cheerfully, running up to him. He gets up and gives me a hug.

"Hello my darling!" He says, kissing the top of my head. He's even taller than Caspian, reaching well over six feet by several inches. I take his hand and pull us down side by side on the bench under our favorite tree. He then presses a kiss against my lips. I kiss him back for a few moments, and then pull away.

"You missed me that much?" I ask.

"Of course my darling. It's been a long day and I always miss you as soon as you leave." He tends to exaggerate at times.

"How was your day?" I ask.

"Oh, fine. Pretty boring actually. The Prince is almost doing too good of a job with making peace with other countries. I don't have a lot to do anymore."

"You can say his name, you know," I say, slightly annoyed. Stephen knows that I hate it when he won't say Caspian's name. Their annoyance with each other has always been a two way street.

"Sorry," he answers sarcastically. "Did you see Caspian today?" he asks, adding emphasis to his name. At least he said it this time.

"Yes, I did," I answer. "In fact, he told me some interesting news today."

"Really? And what was that?"

"Do you know about Cair Paravel?"

"What? His plans to rebuild it?"

"Yah, you heard?"

"Yes, there have been talks about it recently. And I wish him luck in all his endeavors," he says mockingly.

"What? Why?"

"It's apparently a bad piece of land, nowhere near as viable as when the Pevensies lived there. And he wants to build it up on the cliffs, just like it was before, but it's just going to eventually crumble again. It's a bad idea. He's getting people's hopes up is what he's doing."

"Well I think it's ambitious. And exciting," I say, defending my best friend.

"I just hope that he makes a lot better decisions when he becomes King."

"Ok, then," I say, becoming even more annoyed with how this whole conversation was going.

"So what would you do if you were King?" I ask, trying to change the subject a little.

"I'd make you my queen," he says.

I laugh, "Good one. But what else?"

"I would call for more negotiations with neighboring lands. Bring peace offerings, that sort of thing," he says.

"Sooooo we would become servants or slaves is what you're saying…"

"Well, no…" he says, thinking more about his hypothetical scenario.

"Um yes. We would be perceived as weak and would be conquered probably within a week…"

"Ah, darling," he says, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "You're probably right. I guess I should stick to being ambassador, huh?"

"I think so," I say, agreeing wholeheartedly. I wrap my arm around his waist.

We sit in silence for a few minutes. The garden is as beautiful at night as it is during the day. I get mesmerized by the large circular fountain in front of us. I watch as little drops of clear water splash away from the main stream, landing on the edge of the porcelain bowl. It makes such a pleasant sound. Stephen's voice pulls me out of my trance.

"I was serious, you know, about marriage. Not now, but I do want to marry you someday."

I should have seen this coming. It only took us three months of courting to start saying "I love you" to each other. When we started courting, he had come out of nowhere, when most men were terrified to even talk to me. He was the only one confident enough to try.

"I know. And I love you, but I do need more time. I think we still need to get to know each other more. We've only been together six months."

"I figured you'd say that. And I'm willing to wait for you. As long as you need."

"Thanks. That means a lot," I say and kiss him goodnight. I go to my room and land on my back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I realize that I am more uncertain about my future than I ever have been before. I do love him. I do. But lately I've been feeling like he loves me more than I love him.