A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you all for reading and the reviews. I'm so glad you all like the story. I'm sorry it took me a while to post the next chapter, I moved. But here it is, the next and last chapter of A Royal Betrothal! I am currently working on the next story in the series, so be on the look out for it. Enjoy!

Chapter 10

This could cost him his life, of that he was sure. Yet that didn't stop him as he carefully marked the symbol of Narnia into the tree. He had taken time to figure out which symbol to use and when he'd happened upon one from the Golden Age of Narnia, he thought it would be a good choice.

As Mikael stepped back from the carved marked, he gave a slight nod. His eyes took in his surroundings, but still no one was there. If someone watched him, he hoped that they would be curious first as to what the mark meant before they rushed to tell his father or worse, Miraz.

Quickly, he put away the blade that made the mark and made his way towards the stables. If they were empty, he planned to put on in there was well, one that was hidden so only a few would actually see it. He hoped that people who saw the symbol and remembered all those stories of the Golden Age of Narnia would be loyal to Caspian. If they wanted Narnia back to the way it was, back to its glorious splendor, they had to fight together.

As he walked inside, he paused to listen, but was only met with the quiet of the stable. A few horses neighed with a swish of their tails, but other wise the place was empty. Which made it that much easier for him to quickly move to the section that only the stable boys and servants used.

Once more he took out his blade, his hand moved to a piece of wood. Just as he was about to start, he heard the sound of footsteps. His hand dropped as he moved to look out into the rest of the stable, yet no one was there. With a shake of his head, he once again raised his hand and this time started to carve the symbol into the wood.

After a few minutes, he heard the steps again. He quickly moved to look out once more, but again found no one there. A frown settled on his face.

"Hello?" he called. "Is anyone there?"

No answer.

Strange, he thought as he moved to finish the symbol, which only took him a few minutes more. When it was done, he took a moment to make sure he'd done it right and that it looked the same as the one in the tree. As he studied it, he felt a presence behind him. His hand tightened on the blade as he spun around to face whoever tried to sneak up on him.

Yet no one was there.

Mikael stared in shock at the empty space. He had felt a presence, someone had been watching him, he could still feel the hairs on the back of his neck as they stood up. So where were they?

He walked out of the little room to glance up and down the stable. No one was there, but still he felt as though he wasn't alone. That was when he heard the foot steps once more, behind him this time, in the room. He turned quickly, his eyes widen as he saw only a shadow, but one in the unmistakable shape of a lion, which looked to be staring at his symbol.

Goosebumps came over him as he slowly began to back away. He didn't look away from the shadow, which caused him to trip over a bucket and fall onto his backside, his arms catching him from a full fall. With a groan, he sat up, his eyes locked onto the shadow lion as he saw it walk out of the room.

Mikael watched as it paused at the door, before he heard a low chuckle.

"Well done, my son." The words floated to him as the shadow slowly faded away.

He continued to stare at the spot for another moment before he slow rose to his feet. Had he really just saw that and heard those words? Or had he been dreaming? With a shake of his head, he quickly made his way out of the stables and headed for the training field.

On the way something continued to play at the back of his mind. Something about the shadow of the lion and the words spoken. Why had it been interested in his symbol? Aside the fact that it has a lion shape in it, he thought before he froze in his walk.

"The old stories," he whispered to himself. "They spoke of a Great Lion." Once more the goosebumps appeared on his arms as he turned to look back at the stables.

As if on cue, he heard a mighty lion's roar, one that made him jump. Yet, the fact that he heard it wasn't what frightened him. No, it was the fact that the roar was the same one Ariela and him heard when they had traveled to the castle.

TBC...