After several hours of sleep and feeling a bit more refreshed, Peter walked through halls of the castle toward Cornelius's study. It had been decided that they should meet in his study once they had woken, so not to waste time to gather further information. Peter reached the door and briefly knocked.

"Enter." Came the professor's voice.

Peter pushed open the door and entered the study. Cornelius was sitting at his desk, looking through one of the books that had come back with them from the library. Edmund and Lucy were already awake, seated around the desk with Cornelius. Peter was surprised that Caspian was not awake yet. Caspian was the first person Peter expected to see within the study plotting with is professor.

"Is Caspian still asleep?" Peter asked.

Edmund nodded. "I was about to go wake both of you since midday is upon us."

"I'll go wake him." Peter said. He turned and left the study. H walked through the halls toward Caspian's chambers. All the while baring an uneasy feeling within him. Something he couldn't quite understand yet.

Peter rounded the corner to Caspian's chambers. He knocked on the door, but received no reply. Peter frowned and knocked on the door again. Once more, Peter received no reply. He knocked a third time. "King Caspian?"

Still no reply.

Enough was enough. Peter pushed open the door and entered the chambers. Caspian's chambers were completely darkened. The curtains were drawn up, blacking out the sun's rays. But despite the lack of light, Peter could still see an outline upon the bed.

Peter made his way toward the bed when he caught sight of something else. Something large looming over the bed; over Caspian. The lack of light made it almost impossible to see what exactly was looming over Caspian, but Peter was at least able the estimate the size and stature of the figure.

Peter reached for the hilt of his sword, only to find that he had not brought it with him. He kicked himself mentally for assuming the castle would be safe on its own. Peter moved close to the bed, keeping as silent as he could. He reached out for Caspian's sword that was settled not too far from Peter.

Only a sudden moan from Caspian diverted Peter's attention for a moment. Peter wrapped his fingers around the hilt of his old sword and removed it from its sheath.