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Summary: Random drabbles of Aslan and the Pevensies, as well as others...

Chapter Summary: The Pevensies were young when they took the throne, and so is Caspian, when the true weight of royalty becomes too much for the young man, the true King reminds him of why he is the right king, and to trust himself and Aslan.


Four

Trust

xxx Six months after Caspian's Coronation

Caspian sighed as he shut his chamber door, leaning against it before locking it, pushing away from the wood as if it were dangerous.

Barely five steps away from it he spun on his heels, flinging the heavy gold crown at the effidice. The resounding clang did nothing to soothe him, merely stoked the already burning fire and driving Caspian mad as he kicked off his boots, sending them sailing into the wood.

Nothing worked, even as Caspian began to trash his own chambers, ripping the bed apart and flinging books and papers about in an attempt to relieve his anger.

A pair of ornamental daggers resting on his desk became embedded in the wood mantle, then the king grabbed the things that made him pause.

In his left hand, Peter's sword, the cermeonial red tunic with embrodiered gold lion on the front wrapped around it...

The right hand held Susan's horn, and the glass paperweight that held tiny silk silhouettes of each Pevensie...

The gifts they'd given to him at his coronation.

He froze, staring at the treasured items, one throw would shatter the glass and irreparably damage the other gifts...

"No..."

He collapsed to his knees, dropping the gifts onto the soft rug before letting his rage flow in the form of hot tears.

If anyone in the castle heard his cries, they didn't come to help, or even to see if he was alright, and though he'd ordered all to leave him alone or risk death, he wanted someone to be there...

xxx

When Caspian woke up, the hearth had died down to mere coals and the candles were dead. Though the room was chilled to the bone, the king felt no cold...

Probably because of the warm shoulder he was lying against.

The son of adam shifted faintly, curling into the soft fur before sighing heavily, trying to will himself back to sleep.

But the longer he tried, the further awak he became, and the gentle scent of summer brushed his nose...

"Mmm..."

"Caspian."

He sighed again but sat up enough to meet the Lion's gaze, shame filling his eyes and Caspina ahd to look down.

"What is wrong son of adam?"

"I...I...am not ready for this...I cannot be a good king..."

The Lion sighed, "Caspian, do you want to be king?"

"I...yes! Of course!"

"Then come with me."

xxx

How they slipped past the other castle occupants, Caspian never found out, but the pair left and made their way to the woods undisturbed.

"Son of Adam, go the birch tree and bring me what you find."

Caspian did so, reaching into a gap in the roots and pulling out a heavy dagger, sharp and deadly.

He turned to find Aslan standing sideways, letting his entire side be fully exposed.

"Aslan?"

"Stab the blade into my chest."

Caspian choked, "What? No! I couldn't! Aslan!"

"Do you trust me?"

The king spluttered, "Why-y of course, but Aslan-"

"Then stab the blade."

Caspian stood firm, "No! Aslan I can't..."

The Lion growled, cutting him off.

"Caspian! Do you or do you not trust me? Or for that matter yourself?"

"Yes..."

"Then do it."

The king could not argue any further, he shifted the blade in his hand before lunging forward.

Aslan stepped out of the way, sending Caspian tumbling to the ground as he rushed past.

"Come now son of adam, strike me!"

Caspian lunged again, and once more Aslan sidestepped him.

"Caspian! Trust yourself and do what you've been taught, what you know you can do! Come now and sta-"

Aslan didn't get to finish, Caspian had made to lunge and Aslan had moved as He'd spoken...

But Caspian had predicted it, and the blade slid right between a pair of ribs.

Caspian jerked back as Aslan fell to the ground.

"No...Aslan..."

The Lion didn't say anything, nor did He look to be in any pain, the blade just sat there as if Caspian had stabbed it into the grass.

The king stood frozen in shock as Aslan lay there, letting the son of adam calm down before twisting His shoulders to lie half on his stomach.

"Pull out the blade."

Caspian didn't need to be told twice, setting one hand around the blade to brace it, the other smoothly pulled it free from the Lion's side.

There was no blood, and no wound.

"How..."

Aslan chuckled, nuzzling the frozen king when he dropped the dagger in shock.

"Trust, Caspian, that is what you must learn, the blade would never hurt me, nor would you ever aim to injure me as well, the blade would have stabbed my chest yes, but you aimed for lower down, away from my lungs and heart."

Caspian nodded stupidly, sighing heavily before falling back to sit on the ground.

"Caspian."

The son of adam met the Lion's gaze, seeing only trust in His eyes.

"You must learn to have faith in yourself, otherwise you are always doubting what you do and not allowing others to help or do their own duties. You trust me, and in turn I know you are a great king."

xxx

Aslan hadn't really let him speak after that, merely led the king back to the castle. The dagger had vanished, and Caspian had kept a hand on Aslan's side just to reassure himself. The Lion didn't seem to notice, or if He did He didn't care.

Caspian fell asleep the moment he collapsed onto his bed, waking the next morning to find his chambers cleaned and back to normal, the dent in his crown had even been repaired.

xxx

The council was edgy when he arrived, worried of his temper, but they were for no reason, for an entire day the faint smile did not Caspian's face, and the meetings flew through quickly.

For weeks and then years afterwards, Caspian rarely had an issue, he allowed the council a bit more leash, letting them work without his worrying.

His faith in others reflected how easily he trusted himself, and led Narnia happily. Caspian would have made the Pevensies proud.

Trust

A hard lesson to learn to put into others, even harder to put into yourself.


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