A/n: I wanna just make a few things clear: in this story I made alterations to the characters' ages as opposed to the original books. Caspian is 20. The Waters twins are 18. Marina is 17. Now, it's time to enjoy the chapter!

~Kalyn's POV~

Now four months had passed since Caleb and I had become Narnia's newest residents. I had become better and better at using daggers and knives, though I supposed Caleb would still beat me in a combat – not that we'd really try that out.

What intrigued me in particular was that fauns had their own type of spears that differed from what Telmarine soldiers would use. Randy, a faun who was highly skilled, introduced me and Marina to what they called a trident. Since Sea People were said to own tridents, the Telmarines were relatively unfamiliar with this type of spears. So it was the fauns' time to shine and they were more than willing to share with us humans how their weapon worked – tridents were traditionally used when fishing, but if the voyage crew ever had to go to war with sea creatures, at least we could put up a good fight.

It turned out that Archenlanders had some interesting weapons and tools to introduce to Narnians/Telmarines as well. Marina introduced us all to an Archenlander specialty: the halberd. Halberds were similar to spears, but the point on the end was replaced by an axe head, so it's basically a cross between a pole and a battle-axe. Though Marina is a little shorter than me, she was stronger than I had expected her to be, as she lifted her halberd and waved it about without much effort.

Archery lessons continued, and I had come to learn that dwarves and other shorter or smaller creatures had their short-bows to suit their size – though Reepicheep hadn't found one that was petite enough for him. Throughout the practice sessions, sometimes Caspian would drop by and monitor our progress, or receive verbal reports from Drinian. And today, as luck would have it, Caspian happened to have some free time so he visited us. Or should I say, he visited me, rather, as he had spent his time on me, and not so much on the other trainees. I attributed this to the fact that I was the only one who wasn't particularly good at anything. I was lucky to have the height advantage – I was 5'7 so even longbows wouldn't be too difficult for me to handle, though I doubted if I would ever be half as good as Queen Susan, the most notable archer throughout Narnia's history – her set of bow and arrows was given to her by Father Christmas, and she was said to never miss a shot.

Caleb had learnt to be modest, and had had the decency of not laughing at me when I missed my targets that he would have hit without any difficulty. (Sometimes I would have liked to see Caleb and Caspian in an archery contest. It would have been very exciting to watch. But then I'd better not swell up Caleb's pride again.) I clearly needed more practice, out of all the other trainees. At first Caleb would coach me for a bit, but I was so hopeless at archery that he had soon lost his patience. So I mentally thanked Aslan for Caspian and the generous help the King offered me out of kind heart and not out of obligation. Caspian would literally teach me all over again the basics, for instance, the correct pose when aiming at a target, and from time to time he would swiftly give me some tips on how I could give a crisp and precise loose of arrows. It could be said that he was my personal coach.

Soon enough, my shots were consistent and were getting more and more accurate. My hands' dexterity had certainly improved, and so had my techniques. Much thanks to Caspian.

I understood that it was certainly no easy task trying to teach a hopeless archer like me, so I wanted to do something for Caspian in return for his efforts in teaching me. I just didn't have any ideas yet.

On an especially warm afternoon with nice weather and just the right amount of sun, Caspian had invited me to horse-ride with him, and I had gladly obliged. It was just the two of us, since the sailors were all good at horse-riding already. All Telmarines and Narnians were. And Archenlanders. Plus, it wasn't really a skill the crew on board had to master. So, it was always good to spend some quality time with one of my favorite people on Ear – Narnia, excuse me.

Caspian and I met up at the stables. "This is Destrier." Caspian patted on a black horse. It was an ordinary horse, and not a talking one, though that didn't mean its value was undermined. "He's always served me well." Caspian added.

"The horse you lent to Queen Susan and Queen Lucy when they headed out to locate Aslan." I recalled, choosing not to mention anything about escaping from Miraz's men's assassination attempts since that would bring back negative, unpleasant memories, and would ruin this fine day.

Caspian nodded. "Yes, you're right." He paused. "If you don't mind me asking, Kalyn, how did you come to know so much about Narnia? Of course, you talk to the Doctor, and you read about this land, but, I mean, Aslan hasn't brought you here when my uncle…was still at the height of his power." He struggled to get the last part out. I felt sorry for him.

I wanted to quickly answer his question and change the topic to something more positive, but I couldn't really just tell him about C.S. Lewis' tales and that this world was basically fictional in the other, so I blurted some abstract riddles, like Aslan did. "Well, I guess Aslan just has His way of letting us know things. I was just recovering from a…death…when I first stepped on Narnian soil, but Aslan must have done something to my memory because right now it seems to me that I know a lot of things about Narnia." I shrugged and cocked my head to the side, possibly making my explanation even more improbable, because the correct version of this story is that I had read and reread the books and had learnt by heart every detail possible. I sure hoped Aslan wouldn't be mad at me for making up a lie. A white lie, nonetheless.

"Death?" Caspian asked.

I took a deep breath. "Yes." I nodded. "I'm…actually dead in the world I came from. I guess I'm just here for a stop. You know, to help you with the Dawn Treader and et cetera – you don't have to thank me; it's a pleasure. Aslan might suddenly whisk me away. Where to? I have no clue."

"Or that means you could stay here for the rest of your life. I wouldn't mind if you do." Caspian smiled at me.

I tried my hardest not to blush again. "I just hope that I'm not imposing on you." It could be a little alarming, even as King, to suddenly have two god-sent earthlings step onto his territory, telling him what to do, even though that wasn't exactly the case.

"No, not at all," Caspian shook his head. "You've done so much for me, and for my country. I don't know how I can pay you back."

I was quite moved by his humility. "Well…maybe you could teach me how to ride a horse?" I hesitantly suggested. "I hate to have to bother you, but –"

"No worries. That's the least I could do. Here. Meet Buttercup." Caspian motioned for me to give the brown horse a gentle pat upon our acquaintance. "Go on. It's very friendly. Horses generally don't attack people unless they're provoked. Don't worry."

Though I didn't have much experience in horse-riding, given the last time I rode a horse was when I was six, Caspian was pretty much a wonderful instructor, and a good-natured, easygoing person all in all. Even when I had only known Narnia on a level limited to reading the books, I had regarded Caspian as someone worth getting to know.

In a very short period of time I was able to hop on Buttercup's back and balance myself without too much difficulty. I now knew what it takes to make a horse canter, and what it takes to make one stop in its tracks. So the trot to the lake was smooth and we didn't encounter any trouble. When it was time the horses stopped for some rest, we lied down on the soft grass as well.

With his hands under his head, lying so close to me, with his eyes closed, I could not help but notice his features. Without a doubt, he had a handsome face, and every time he was seen in public, I was pretty sure that there would be young ladies pining after him, seeking to be the lucky woman whom he'd pick as his wife and queen. Then I recalled that one of the purposes I had to serve, aside from finding myself, was to find Caspian his queen. But she couldn't just be a random noblewoman, she has to be someone 'not from Narnia', according to Aslan. So if all things had gone according to C.S. Lewis, then Caspian would go on to marry Lilliandil the beautiful blue star, and rule Narnia in prosperity. But then, Lewis had never expected Caleb and me to step into Narnia so I had better not mess up whatever was supposed to happen.

Still, no matter what, I had Aslan on my side, and I should have nothing to worry about. So, like Caspian, I closed my eyes and decided that a little nap probably wouldn't hurt.

~Caspian's POV~ (A/n: I bet you didn't see that coming, eh? I've been waiting for this moment for a long, long time! Enjoy!)

It was nice to sink into this moment and be temporarily freed from all my kingly duties. Not that I didn't like being king; it's just that I, like all others, needed a break too. And what could be better than spending time with Kalyn? It was one of my favorite things to do. Her company had always put me in a good mood, not to mention how the trees in the serene environment helped relax me. At the thought of her, I looked to my right to see her napping. And she's gorgeous. Effortlessly so. She possessed a kind of elegance unparalleled by any other noblewoman in this nation, and a natural air of maturity and I was awestruck and humbled by her radiance.

Sometimes I felt that Kalyn spoke my second mind. Whenever I struggled to find the words to say, it's like I didn't even have to say anything in the first place; she already understood. It's almost as if she filled out a vacancy in my heart.

Kalyn was most beautiful, but she wouldn't believe it herself. She was fearless, and was prepared to face anything with me. Sometimes I wondered what I had done to deserve her. Not everyone had faith in Aslan, but she most definitely, unreservedly did, and what's more, I knew she had faith in me, and that was enough motivation for me to keep going and to do what I must do for the interests of my people. I reckoned that her fairness and sense of justice would make her a good queen.

Maybe she could be your queen. A little voice spoke in my head. Your people welcomed her and looked up to her. She had everything it took.

I remembered Reepicheep saying at my coronation ceremony that 'Extraordinary things happen to extraordinary it's a sign that you've got an extraordinary destiny – something greater than you could've imagined.'

No doubt, Kalyn was outstanding. In fact, extraordinary. She was extraordinary. And even more so now that she is zero distance away from me; our fingertips were lightly touching, igniting an urge within me to stroke my fingertips against her rosy cheeks, blessed by each loose strand of her smooth, brown hair, followed by an overwhelming want to brush my lips against her plump, luscious lips.

I quickly shook my head and frowned at myself. It was improper to have such amorous feelings towards Kalyn, a lady. Yes, she was attractive, even if she denied it, but I would not allow myself to be indulgent. That would destroy her good opinion of me, and I mustn't let that happen. I mustn't disappoint her.

A/n: How are you all liking the attraction between Caspian and Kalyn? Hope you like them together as a couple. Do any of you ship Caleb/Marina? Please tell me what you think in the reviews below!