Hello lovely followers and welcome to another really short story of mine! I know some of you must be wondering why I'm even writing this when I should be writing my other VDT story. Well, all you need to know is that I'm on it and hopefully will have updated before Sunday!

So this isn't a one-shot but a multi-chapter little story, not more than two or even three chapters! The pairing is Susan/Caspian as always but as you will discover after reading the first chapter, the story's centered around Caspian's curiosity in...something! I won't give it away just yet! ;P

So I really wish you enjoy it and please, please, please (Gosh, I hate pleading! xD) leave me a review! :)

Always yours,

kate

Hand on chin, pursed lips, narrowed, black shimmering eyes, chocolate locks hanging freely and tangled around his thin face making their presence for the very first time somewhat annoying. They would just keep on getting in his eyes, the annoying feeling of something pinching his dark orbs always distracting him from his thoughts every time he blew them out of his view or ran a hand through them.

Some would have called nonsensical or even pointless what was troubling him, or as you would name them in one word, Edmund, and some would have suggested him that troubles like that one weren't worth breaking his head over, otherwise known as Susan or maybe Lucy. People you could have named as Peter would have laughed at him and he could just imagine as if really witnessing it, the Magnificent King of Narnia doubled up, arms tightly wrapped around his stomach and laughing like a possessed. But none of them knew what he was thinking of so he would never get to see their faces and hear them voicing their opinions on the matter…fortunately.

But that's what he loved most about his new family. The mixed and varied ways they would all treat him. But that's the way he had been usually imagining real, big, loving families would be. And he was happy he wasn't wrong. But what made him even happier was that such a family had embraced and accepted him as one of them and actually called him the fifth Pevensie. Now, that was a name worth sharing and bearing. The name, or as they called it, the last name of the Kings and Queens of Old. He remembered clearly the day they first started calling him like that. It was actually the Valiant Queen who had come up with it, and he could recall with a chuckle her ever-happy childish face, with a bright, wide smile that never seemed to fall from her pinky lips and with gleaming grey-blue eyes staring expectantly at him for an approval, for a sign he liked her idea. And all he could do was sweep her off the ground and twirl her around making her giggle and squeal breathlessly and so merrily while her siblings would look at them contented and truly happy.

Caspian could remember with a smile of love especially Susan's smile. The smile that was always meant uniquely for him and her siblings, the smile that was as radiant and truthful that resembled the radiant Southern South to which she had been crowned the Gentle Queen. Oh, yes, ever since Aslan announced to her and her siblings that they would be staying permanently in Narnia and co-rule with him as the High King, a year had passed since that day, her smiles grew each day bigger and bigger. He had seen her smile and laugh during the Narnian Revolution but not the glorious, beautiful smiles she would give them all now, now that they were free from the constant worry of war and worry for each other and Narnia's safety. But most especially free from the shadow, the fear that had been haunting all of them that they would eventually return to that placed they called England. But all those worries and fears had been blown away by Aslan's encouraging and loving breath and His reassurance of them never having to leave again.

And that day he, Caspian the X, had been sharing just as much their surprise and bliss.

But now, there he was, confused and troubled as ever, wandering aimlessly about the Telmarine castle's stony corridors. Maybe it wasn't just puzzlement, maybe it was curiosity as well that had him acting like a complete idiot instead of the High King of Narnia. It was all that damn book's fault. He should never have read it again, it only triggered and reminded him of his childish but unanswered questions, to which only the Pevensies held answers for. But he couldn't help himself that morning. He had no duties and was utterly bored. And what's a better thing to do than go through Dr. Cornelius's personal library? The half dwarf, good hearted Professor's library seemed like a diamond mine to the Kings and Queens' eyes because they always discovered rare, usually old books about Narnia. But that day Caspian had discovered one dedicated to the four Kings and Queens of Narnia's Golden Age -he had read it many years ago- and it even spoke of the world they had come from. Not even the Doctor knew how that information was available when at that time, even the Pevensies themselves had forgotten about their 'real' world. Perhaps Aslan himself was the source of information?

Either way, he didn't care. All he cared about was finally getting some answers on the troubles the book was causing him. Maybe he should just ask them, tell them. It was more than likely they would laugh at his face but what the heck, they were his family! They had all the right in the world to laugh at him. Yes, he'd do it, and neither Peter's mocking laughter nor Edmund's annoying remarks that were mocking as well would frighten him.

With his head held high, a determined look on his tanned face, and his chest out, he started walking proudly as a King should always walk. And the more he walked across the corridor, the more he realized he had no destination. It was midday, just before lunch, and the Pevensies were scattered about the castle. And it wasn't a small one. Not to mention its great number of corridors, passages –secret or not-, rooms and fields. He stopped dead in his tracks and sighed frowning. How was he supposed to find them?

His dark, sharp eyes traveled aimlessly around him before they focused on the window. Actually on the view behind the glass. The practicing fields. He stood before the glass, cursing it for having no way of opening, and scanned the area lying below him. An endless green sea of grass, complimented by the few colourful flowers popping out of the ground here and there, while the great tents, keeping safe the weaponry they used for practice and those used as changing rooms for the armour, were the only ones spoiling the immensity of green. He heaved exasperated when two of them were blocking his view of the archery practicing fields and he was about to turn and leave when the distant cheers of a crowd drew his attention back on them. They all fell silent immediately as they were eagerly watching something or someone with great anticipation. A crooked smile formed on his face, the realisation of who they were actually staring at dawned on him, which only became one of contentment at the sight of an unmistakable red-feathered arrow flying as swiftly as a lightning bolt, the bright red of its feathers the only element making it visible to the naked eye, and hitting perfectly the bull's-eye. He was left watching with pure satisfaction and recognition as the Narnians and Telmarines cheered for the fine archer before he finally decided to get among them himself and to congratulate the scorer.

I hope it wasn't too bad! I will beg you again to leave reviews! Anyway, even if you don't review I will post the next chapter tomorrow night!

But one little challenge, can you guess what's gotten Caspian so curious? If you do you'll get a shoutout... xD Come on, guys, if you have read the books -ahemVotDTahem- you can guess! It's not that hard!

Love all of my readers! :)