Hey all! Welcome to "Trusting Their Guardian," sequel to "Discovering Their Guardian" and the second story in my Chronicled Dreams series. This story will be a revision of The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian. Unlike my last story, there WILL be romance in this story and this story is a Caspian/OC pairing (apologies to all Suspian shippers out there). I hope this story will be of decent length and there will definitely be original chapters weaved in throughout this story and the plot.

My OC is a girl named Julianna Styles, but she goes by Jules. She is the Guardian of Narnia and is 2,219 years old but doesn't look a day over 16. She has dark brown, extremely long curly hair that's always in a braid and deep jade eyes, leaning more towards green than blue (look it up if it helps). She has a pale complexion, but has freckles across her nose and cheeks. She is pretty short and petite, and has a birthmark on the side of her neck that looks like the head of a lion. She has lived in Narnia for the past 1,300 years. She has extremely kind, curious, and innocent eyes, but behind that is sorrow and sadness that seems deeper than one could ever imagine.

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This story will be told in 3rd person, not 1st like some of my other stories.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Chronicles of Narnia

Chapter 1: Stories and Sons

Three Years Later

Jules smoothed out her skirt briefly before making sure her hair was in acceptable shape. Lady Prunaprismia had summoned her. It was strange for that to happen, as Jules was Prince Caspian's chambermaid. After he and Professor Cornelius had invited her back to the castle three years ago, they took her in and she got a position in the castle as a chambermaid. Through her hard work and her friendship with the prince, she'd met several other lords and ladies, his aunt being one of them. When Jules reached her room, she gently knocked.

"Come in," she heard. Jules entered the chamber and saw Lady Prunaprismia standing out on her balcony. Jules breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed the Lady's husband, Lord Miraz, was not there. Jules felt uncomfortable around him. She really did not like that man.

"Ah, Jules," Lady Prunaprismia greeted. She had a soft smile on her face and Jules returned it. As unpleasant as her husband was to be around, Lady Prunaprismia was a kind woman that Jules rather enjoyed talking to.

"Are you well, my lady?" Jules asked. "If I'm allowed to say so, you look about ready to pop." Lady Prunaprismia laughed and lovingly stroked her swollen belly.

"Yes, I feel it will be soon," she replied. "That's why I called you here." Jules frowned in confusion and went to help Lady Prunaprismia sit.

"My lady?" Jules asked.

"I want you to be there," she said. Jules' eyes widened in shock. "I'd be much more comfortable with you there while I'm in labor."

"I…" Jules was struggling to comprehend what Lady Prunaprismia had asked of her and the woman smiled gently. "It would be an honor, my lady. Of course I'll stay with you"

"Thank you," Lady Prunaprismia said. She didn't know what it was about the young chambermaid, but she had a calming effect over her. Whenever Jules was around, Lady Prunaprismia felt like everyone was going to be okay. She would need that for when she did go into labor.

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"So you're going to be there when the child's born?" Jules nodded and Professor Cornelius sighed a little bit. That would complicate their plans a little bit.

"We don't know if the child's going to be a boy," she said to him.

"Yes, but if it is, Caspian will be in grave danger," Professor Cornelius said.

"I'll try and get here as soon as I can. If not, you will have to leave without me." Professor Cornelius looked like he wanted to argue, but knew they might not have another option.

"Jules…" Professor Cornelius started, "when are you going to tell him?"

"Tell him what?"

"Don't do that. You know what I mean. When are you going to tell him who you really are?" Yes, Professor Cornelius knew Jules was actually Lady Julianna, the Guardian of Narnia. He, himself, was half-dwarf, therefore half-Narnian. He could recognize his Guardian when he saw her. Plus, her eyes and birthmark were dead giveaways. He was surprised Caspian hadn't figured it out already, considering he was more curious about Lady Julianna than the Kings and Queens of Old. Caspian loved hearing stories about the old Narnia, but he had always been fascinated by Lady Julianna. Professor Cornelius found it quite funny that she was living right under his nose and he didn't know it.

Professor Cornelius was not blind to the fact that Prince Caspian had taken a liking to the girl. It was hard not to like her, but it was more than that. When she came to work at the castle three years ago, they'd quickly become friends and though it never was actually more than that, the professor knew the two felt more than friendship towards the other. However, Jules was too shy to say anything and Caspian was too stubborn to say anything. With three years of teenage hormones raging between the two, it was a wonder Professor Cornelius hadn't suffocated on them yet.

"I don't know," Jules eventually answered. "I want to tell him, I do, but…" Professor Cornelius grew sad at hearing her answer, but he knew why she had answered that way. After 1,300 years on her own, she was afraid of losing her friend… afraid of losing Caspian.

"Who's to say he'd actually believe me?" Jules continued.

"Jules, all the signs are there," Professor Cornelius said. "He's been blind not to have noticed them at this point." Jules smiled a little bit at that. That was true. Between her hair, her eyes, her mark, and her necklace, it should've been a little obvious who she was. But if Caspian noticed, he hadn't said anything, something Jules was slightly grateful for.

"Professor?" she suddenly heard. It was Caspian. The professor and Jules turned to see him coming into the library. "Oh, Jules." A smile broke out over Caspian's face and Jules couldn't help but return it.

"Hello, Caspian," Jules greeted. She and Caspian both knew it was usually frowned upon for servants to be that familiar with their masters, but Caspian had insisted a long time ago that she use his name and not his title. Reluctantly, Jules had agreed. However, she only called him by his name when they were alone or with the professor. She still used his title if other nobles or servants were around.

"Is there anything you need, Caspian?" Professor Cornelius asked. "You don't have a lesson today."

"You said you'd tell me about the old Narnia today, Professor," Caspian said. Professor Cornelius blinked, just now remembering that. He had said that.

"Very well." Caspian beamed. He was technically an adult now, but he still loved a good story, especially if it was about the old Narnia. "Would you like to join us, Jules?"

"Yes, actually, I would," she said. "Thank you." The three of them settled near the fireplace in the library. Caspian settled in a large chair and Jules sat at his feet. Professor Cornelius sat across from them in another chair.

"Now, what story do you want to hear?" he asked.

"Something I haven't heard before," Caspian said. Professor Cornelius laughed a little bit. That was always his answer. But the problem was, Caspian had heard most of the stories there were to tell. But there was one…

"You know that there has been no sign of Lady Julianna since she was driven out of Cair Paravel 1,300 years ago." Caspian nodded, not noticing how Professor Cornelius' eyes flicked towards Jules. "Well, there are actually several incidences where people think they've seen her. The most well-known one is from nearly 600 years ago. It was during the Dark Age…" As Professor Cornelius told the story, she found her mind wandering back to the actual event.

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Jules sat at the base of an apple tree, eating one of its fruits. It had been 700 years since the Pevensies had disappeared and since she'd had to go into hiding for her own safety. She didn't quite know what to do with herself these days. All she did was wander around Narnia.

"Got one of those for me?" she heard. Jules brought out a spare apple and held it in her hand. Aimon, her black winged-horse ate it in one bite. When she'd fled, he had come with her. And as the years went on, she realized Aimon was immortal, kind of like her. Aslan or the Deep Magic must've made it that way… so she had a companion… a friend. She hadn't realized it before, but know she knew that Aimon's name meant "protector." He was there to protect her and be with her. A guardian for the Guardian.

"Where do you want to go next?" she asked him.

"I don't know. It's not like we haven't been everywhere," he replied.

"We could always head out to the lone islands," she said. "We haven't been there in a while."

"True." Then, the two fell into a semi-awkward silence. Aimon knew Jules had asked her question just so they had something to talk about. She had become so quiet over the years. Incredibly shy and more insecure than he thought was possible. She blamed their current Dark Age on herself, since it had occurred right after she'd been forced to flee. The Golden Age had continued through her filling in for the kings and queens, but once she'd left… everything came crashing to the ground. And she blamed herself for it… even though it was in no way her fault. If she had stayed in Cair Paravel, she would have certainly been killed. Aimon went to say something else, but a scream up him off.

"What was that?" he breathed. Jules had slightly wide eyes and looked around, trying to determine the direction the scream had come from. When another one sounded, she jumped up and took off, Aimon following after her. It didn't take long to find out where the scream had come from. There was a pair of children clinging to each other, but they were up in a tree. Below them, three wolves were circling, snarling and snapping at the children's feet.

"Hey!" Jules called. Each of the wolves' heads snapped over to her, causing Aimon to say, "You know that only made us the targets, right?"

"Shut up, Aimon!" Jules snapped lightly. The children watched in fear as the wolves charged Jules. Jules dove out of the way and avoided one of them while Aimon managed to kick another. Jules, really not wanting to use one of her weapons, kicked the second wolf when it got close enough. Between her and Aimon, they managed to scare the wolves off and turned their attention to the kids.

"It's all right," she said to them. "They're gone." The kids, still afraid but knowing the wolves were gone, began to climb down the tree.

"Bastian! Celine!" Jules heard.

"Daddy!" they called. Both of them jumped down from the tree and went to embrace their father.

"Oh, thank God," he breathed, holding them close to him, seeming to make sure they were really there. Seeing that the kids were now in good hands, Jules turned to mount Aimon, but stopped when the man spoke to her.

"Thank you," he said. Jules turned back and saw him staring at her with wet eyes. "You saved my kids. I can never thank you enough."

"You don't have to thank me, sir," Jules replied shaking her head.

"I do, actually," he insisted. "Thank… you…" Jules frowned as he trailed off. But then she noticed what he was staring at. Her necklace had come untucked from her shirt. And her mark was in plain sight. Jules went to fix her collar and hide the mark again, but he'd seen it.

"My lady…" he breathed. Then, he dropped to his knees.

"No, oh, no," Jules said. "Please-please get up." Jules held his arms and gently raised him to his feet. "I'm no one worth kneeling before. And I'm no longer deserving of that title."

"But, my lady-"

"Please, just call me Jules," she said cutting him off. His children, Bastian and Celine, looked between the two, clearly wondering what was going on, but neither of them explained.

"Thank you, Jules," he said. Jules nodded and managed a small smile.

"You're welcome." She turned to mount Aimon when he spoke again.

"You know, I believe in you," he said. "Not everyone thinks you're just a myth. Some people still believe in you." Jules caught the underlying meaning to his words, but decided not to comment on it. She merely looked away, mounted Aimon, and rode off.

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"She didn't say anything?" Caspian asked Professor Cornelius. "She just… rode off?"

"If she did say anything, he didn't hear it. The tale says she rode off without a word, not waiting for a reward nor wanting one. The man said the main thing he remembered about her was the sadness in her eyes… more intense and deep than he'd ever seen before." Caspian suddenly thought back to the sadness he'd seen in Jules' eyes three years ago. He'd never asked about it, though it still haunted him to this day. Knowing what Lady Julianna had gone through in her life, he wouldn't be surprised if the sadness in her eyes reflecting the sadness Caspian still saw in Jules' eyes today. It wasn't quite as strong as it was three years ago, but it was definitely still there. A sadness that deep wouldn't just go away overnight. It would linger… and it had.

"Now, I believe it's time Jules and I got back to work," Professor Cornelius said. Jules nodded sadly and just then realized that Caspian had been playing with a few strands of her hair.

"Yes, it is," she said. Both she and Caspian stood and she bid him and the professor goodbye before exiting the library and getting back to her duties. She may have been Caspian's chambermaid, but she had other duties around the castle and the head maid wouldn't be afraid to give her a good scolding if she started slacking.

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That night, Jules was fiddling with her old guitar, tuning the strings and just playing random notes. She was thinking about the story Professor Cornelius had shared with Caspian and what the prince had asked at the end. She truly had just ridden off, hadn't she? She didn't realize until now how rude that might've been, but after hearing the story, she realized the man bore no ill will to her for it. That only made Jules feel worse.

Suddenly, Jules' door burst open and her eyes widened. Jules felt her stomach drop a little bit when she realized it was the head nurse here at the castle. That could only mean one thing. Lady Prunaprismia was going into labor… right now. Jules put down her guitar and hurried off with the nurse. They found several people in the castle in a flurry. Obviously they knew their lady was going to give birth.

"My lady," Jules breathed when she finally got to her chambers. Lord Miraz was by his wife's side, trying to calm her, but Jules knew it wasn't working.

"My lord," she said gently. "You must leave. This is for your wife's safety. Please."

"I will not leave her," he snapped. Jules was surprised at the intensity in his voice. As uncomfortable as he made her, he truly seemed to love and care for his wife.

"Please, darling," Prunaprismia begged. "Do as she says." Lord Miraz looked torn, but eventually relented and left the room.

"Jules," Prunaprismia breathed.

"I'm here." Jules took her hand to assure the woman she was going to be there, that she wasn't going to leave. Her grip was already like a vice and Jules knew it was going to get worse in a few hours. Well, it was more than a few hours. It was well into the wee hours of the morning when the nurse finally gave the okay for Prunaprismia to start pushing.

Jules shushed and comforted the woman the entire time by stroking her hair and holding her hand. Though, she doubted she could get Prunaprismia to let go if she tried. Jules knew her hand would be bruised tomorrow. Prunaprismia's screams and cries of pain echoed in everyone's ears and she was sure they were audible throughout the entire castle. Prunaprismia's body was coated in sweat and Jules occasionally used a towel to dry her forehead.

"Towels," the nurse eventually requested. Then, with one last push, Prunaprismia relaxed and Jules started gaining feeling back in her hand.

"Look, my lady," Jules breathed as Prunaprismia fell back onto the pillows. She heard the cries and leaned up. With tears in her eyes, Prunaprismia took her child. A loving smile grew on her face as she cradled it.

"Rest now, my lady," Jules told her. She nodded and gently laid back in the bed, her child cradled to her chest. Then, Jules was able to sneak out. As she silently ran through the halls of the castle, dread swelled through her. Prunaprismia had given birth to a son.

Jules gasped silently as she saw General Glozelle pass her in the halls and she began to run faster. He was going to check on Prunaprismia and when he learned the sex of the child, Lord Miraz would soon know as well. Everyone knew of the lord's desire to take the throne from Caspian, as Caspian Ⅸ had been his brother. Now, with an heir of his own, there was not a doubt in Jules' mind that he was going to come after Prince Caspian.

"We must hurry, Lady Prunaprismia had a son and General Glozelle was headed in that direction when I saw him," Jules said when she reached the library. Professor Cornelius jumped up, his eyes wide.

"Change, quickly," he instructed her. Jules nodded and ducked behind a bookshelf. She tore off her nightgown and pulled on the shirt, trousers, and boots. The two of them, pulling on their cloaks, made their way through the castle towards Caspian's room. They made sure the coast was clear before entering it. Jules pulled aside the curtain to his bed and Professor Cornelius placed a hand over Caspian's mouth. The prince woke with a start, breathing heavily, before realizing it was only his professor and rolling over.

"Five more minutes," he groaned. Jules would've giggled in any other situation.

"You won't be watching the stars tonight, my prince," Professor Cornelius told him. Caspian looked at him, confused. "Come. We must hurry!"

"Professor, what's going on?" Caspian breathed as the man dragged him out of bed.

"Your aunt just gave birth, Caspian," Jules said. He turned to her, his eyes wide.

"To a son," Professor Cornelius finished. Realization filled Caspian's eyes and he allowed Jules to take his hand and drag him into his wardrobe. She closed the door to the wardrobe right as his bedroom door opened again. Caspian and Jules watched through a small crack. They saw General Glozelle and several soldiers file into the room, each of them armed with crossbows. They surrounded Caspian's bed and began firing.

Caspian felt Jules' hand tighten around his as they watched and he squeezed it back, giving her some comfort and reassuring her that he was there, and not in his bed. After several seconds and several arrows, Caspian's torn curtain came down to reveal that he was not there and seeing the frustration and shock on General Glozelle's face, Jules dragged the prince back and they ran through the secret passageway. Caspian wanted to ask what was happening, but deep down, he knew. His uncle, Lord Miraz, had sent Glozelle and his men to kill him.

Hey all! Here's the first official chapter to my new story! I hope you all like it. I just have to say, I'm really excited for this story. It's going to be so much deeper, and in a way, so much darker than the first and we really get to see Jules being pushed to her limits. I can say that there will be several times in this story where her emotions begin to rage past her control ;)

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