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A/N Ok, so it's gonna be Caspian's POV then RD's then Caspian's so stay with me :)

Oh Aslan. Please. I don't know how much longer I can run. Please! Distract them somehow. I have to get Amora to safety. Please, Aslan.

All I can do is pray at this point. That and keep running. Pain shoots through my entire body. I long to remove these arrows from myself, but it would only cause me to bleed to death sooner. I grow more weary with every passing second. I am losing blood rapidly.

I'll be dead within the hour at this rate. I should stop running and let them catch me. The pain would stop then. I am dying and I can't help Amora anymore.

What am I thinking? I can't give up! I won't abandon Amora. Love always perseveres.

I need to rest. I can't keep running. I'm going to die. I should just accept it. Perhaps Tarvell and Ramandu will torture me before they end my suffering. That would give Amora time to run.

These are not my thoughts. Tarvell must be getting closer. I am tempted to give in. I think of Amora in the arms of that monster with no hope of escape! I must keep going. For her sake. For Love's sake.

Aslan, Please! I need You! I can't keep running.

I hear an animal somewhere close. I come to a rock wall and turn right. The creature turns left. Tarvell and Ramandu mistake the sound of it's footfalls for mine. They follow the sound. This must be the distraction! I can hear them speaking in hushed tones.

"Father, he went to other way."

"I didn't hear anything go that way. Just look! You can see him through the trees there! Fire your arrow!"

Tarvell must've read my mind and in doing so learned my location. But he has no way of telling Ramandu without exposing himself as a sorcerer. I find that humorous. I can still hear them talking as I make my way back.

"Father, we should split up."

"Nonsense! You can't fight that monster alone. I'll not have it after what he did to you."

I am sure I've waited here for hours. The sun has risen. For the first time since I have been able to speak, I did not sing with my father to greet the sun. I hold back tears in favor of keeping my silence and my freedom.

Where is my dear Caspian?

Dear Aslan, protect him please! Bring him back to me. I pray the same prayer I've been praying all these hours.

I look up and see someone in the distance, with two arrows coming from his body. It's Caspian! He is staggering like a drunk and he is quite a few shades paler than when I last saw him. His shirt is covered in blood. I emerge from my hiding place and run to him, ignoring my stiffness.

"Caspian! Come, let me bandage your wounds." I go to his side and kiss him on the cheek.

"Gladly, dear. But we must find shelter before you can do that."

"You don't look as if you have time to wait. I'll be as quick as possible but these wounds beg for immediate attention." Caspian doesn't protest.

I sit him near a tree and remove his shirt. He leans his head back against the tree. "You should probably start with my arm. It will most likely do the least bleeding. It should take far less time to deal with than the wound to my side." I had almost forgotten the battles Caspian had been through. He probably knows more about this sort of thing than I ever will.

"Very well," I say. "Hold still and try not to tense up." I pull the arrow from Caspian's arm and he makes a face but doesn't scream, as I likely would've done. I clean and bandage the wound. Caspian was right. It was rather easily mended.

"How are you, dear?" I ask. "Do you feel faint or anything?"

"Yes. But I'm fine. Thank you for taking care of me like this."

"It's the least I can do for you, love. Are you ready for me to take out the next one?"

"Yes. Do be careful. It's in much deeper than the one in my arm was."

"I suppose it will hurt worse then. Do you mind if I try to keep your mind off of the pain?"

"Be my guest, dear."

I ready a cloth to clean the wound and help it heal. I place it in my right hand while my left hand goes to the arrow in Caspian's side. "Don't think about this arrow," I tell him, "Try to forget it's even there. Close your eyes and think of what will be. Imagine we are in Narnia. I am your queen and all is well. We are at peace along with all of Narnia. You are mine and I am yours, forever." I kiss him on the lips and I can feel him relaxing. I wait until all the tension is gone from his body. I almost forget the task at hand as I am lost in his kiss. I grip the arrow a little tighter and pull it out before he has time to tense up again. I pass the cloth from my right hand to my left and press it to Caspian's open wound. I know it must hurt terribly, but he is doing an outstanding job focusing on the kiss instead of the pain. I place my right hand on his cheek and wipe away a tear.

After a moment I pull away and look into Caspian's eyes. "Are you all right, my love?"

"I will be," he says. He hugs me with his newly bandaged arm. "Once again, thank you. I love you dearly."

"I love you too, my dear." I kiss him once more, then check the bleeding at his side. It has not slowed yet.

"Lie down please." He lies on his left side and I apply a little more pressure to his right. "You're going to be just fine," I hope I will believe the words if I say them enough and that Caspian can't hear disbelief in my voice. It's a deep wound and I haven't the means to give it the care it needs.

"Amora," he says, "Remember what you told me when your father forbade you to see me? You said we were meant to be together. It was Aslan's will, our destiny. Nothing would change it."

"Yes. I remember."

"Well, you were absolutely right. So now, I'm asking you not to give up on me. No matter how impossible things appear, Aslan will make it happen."

"I won't give up, Caspian," my words come back to me and I remember my faith. "I will trust Aslan and His promise."

I finally manage to slow the bleeding and bandage the wound. Caspian has lost consciousness. I don't know whether the cause is lack of sleep or lack of blood. It may be the result of both. All I know is, despite all my efforts, I cannot awaken him. I stroke his hair and try to refrain from crying.

"I love you, Caspian," I whisper. "Please don't die." All I can do is pray and continue to check his pulse. It is stable and that gives me some comfort. But hours pass and he shows no sign of waking.

Night has fallen on us and it's time we should be resuming our journey. "Please wake up, Caspian!" I wonder if Tarvell is close. I pray not.

Oh Aslan! Please! I need Caspian to live! Please! I Love him! I need him to live!

I lay my head on Caspian's chest and cry myself to sleep.

I feel a Wind. It feels like the breath of Aslan. It's the first thing I've felt in hours. I remember being shot by arrows last night. I remember Amora pulling the arrow from my arm and cleaning the wound. I remember her kiss. I remember her cleaning out the second wound... vaguely. I can't remember anything beyond that. And now I feel no pain. Aslan has healed me.

Amora is laying beside me with her head on my chest. Her face is stained by tears.

"Amora?"

"Hmm." I can tell by her grunting that she isn't awake. I roll over and kiss her forehead.

"I'm all right, dear." I breathe a prayer of thanks to Aslan for sparing my life.

I pick her up along with the medical bag and continue on the journey. We have lost valuable time already.

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