The Place Where We Belong

by clearwaterangel

After Caspian's coronation, the Pevensies are haunted by the idea of having to return to England, but is there a possibility that things will be different this time? After all, Narnia is where they belong. Suspian, PeterxOC, EdmundxOC, LucyxOC. Mainly movie-verse but may incorporate elements from the books. Rated T just to be safe. R&R!

4. Chapter 4: The Other Side of the Story

Hello guys! I know it's late, but Happy New Year! I hope you had a lovely time during the holidays! Sorry for taking so long to update; I started a new job and my free time was reduced considerably! But here it is, a brand new chapter! But a little warning, it contains a LOT of flashbacks (it had to be done for the sake of the story), so if it you're not a fan, skip all the text in italics.

Reviews are always welcome!

Enjoy!

Chapter 4: The Other Side of the Story

Susan regretted her impulsiveness right away, when everyone turned at her with puzzled looks, successfully draining all her curiosity and determination, leaving her with the screaming voice of embarrassment.

"My Queen?" Caspian asked uncertainly, and she looked at him like a spooked hare, racking her brain for an excuse that could save her from further foolishness.

"I- perhaps you would like a bit of privacy, we shall leave you two alone" she said, mustering all her previous experience in public speaking to keep her from stammering.

"Of course not, you are my friends and you must be the first to share my joy. This is a day to be remembered forever, the Telmarine Princess has finally come back home after years of absence!" Caspian announced blissfully as he introduced the girl at his side.

"Princess?" Peter asked, a shapely eyebrow rising in puzzlement.

"Your Majesties, I have the honour and absolute pleasure to introduce you to my sister, Princess Tairin of Narnia" Caspian explained, causing Peter to raise both his eyebrows this time, before composing himself and resuming his regal pose. "And these, dear sister, are the Kings and Queens of Old in all their glory" the Telmarine King announced to the Princess, gesturing at them with his hand.

Susan's previous embarrassment reached new heights with each of Caspian's words and she could feel her whole face burning deep scarlet, surprise and shame adding to the disarray of emotions in her chest. All this time she had assumed Caspian was an only child, neglectfully ignoring the possibility of this girl, the one he spoke so passionately about, being related to him, his only family. She hated herself for the vile thoughts she had had about her before even meeting her. She had carelessly let her imagination fool her with all sorts of possibilities, each worse than the next, and allowed herself to be consumed by this unexplained jealousy. She had always made a point to be fair to everyone and had never been one to rush into conclusions, but she had ignored logic and let impulsiveness take over her in this instance; worse still, she had most certainly made a fool of herself, how could she be so stupid! If only the floor would crack open and swallow her, take her deep underground and save her from the sheer mortification of having to answer questions about her odd behaviour. What a great impression she had given to Caspian's sister – sister for Aslan's sake! – and she should consider herself happy if the Princess did not think her to be ill-mannered, arrogant or plain unpleasant. Truly honouring the title of Gentle, she thought sarcastically. Her throat muffled a whimper of despair, the same feeling that was now puddling in her chest. And yet, what made her embarrassment so painful was that she did not know exactly why she had acted that way, why such a spur of jealousy had surged in her and with such brutal force, when she and Caspian had nothing more than a casual friendship. Whatever the cause, she was not going to let irrational feelings take control of her again. She had behaved completely unlike herself and she had had enough of it; as a queen she must act like one and set things right.

"I say we go inside, we can go over our introductions over a cup of warm tea and biscuits, won't you all agree?" she suggested, her voice kind, soft and once again confident. There, that sounded more like her usual self, a fact that eased the chaos of emotions inside her. Taking the first step into redeeming her foolishness, she offered her hand to Tairin, hoping to convey how very much she wished them to be friends. However, before she had time to say anything, the Princess dropped to her knees, to everyone's surprise. They barely had time to register Tairin's actions when the clatter of metal caught their attention, the foreign armoured knights following the Princess' lead by kneeling ceremoniously, helmets tucked under their arms and heads bowed in respect.

"To meet the legendary Kings and Queens of Old Narnia is an honour higher than any other. I will be forever blessed by your wisdom and light guiding Narnia to victory. Accept my most sincere gratitude for helping my brother and freeing Narnia from the spell of tyranny, I am forever your humblest servant" the Princess spoke with profound respect, ignoring Caspian's plea for her to stand up. The Pevensie siblings felt uncomfortable, if not befuddled, at such a passionate speech, not quite knowing what to do or say. Peter was the first to break the tension of the moment and stepped closer to Tairin, crouching in front of her.

"It would be a shame if such a fine dress got ruined because of us, we are certainly not worth it" he said kindly, offering her his hand. Surprised by his gesture, she allowed him to help her to her feet, noticing the gentleness of his touch.

"Let's get inside, it is chilly and that cup of tea sounds like a good idea" Edmund commented, pointing carelessly to the door.

"I agree, conversation will be more enjoyable close to the fire" Caspian conceded and turned to his sister, his eyebrows shooting up at the scene before him. Peter was smiling gallantly as he offered his arm to Tairin, which she took timidly, smiling back. Lucy pulled Susan by the hand and followed the King and Princess, the young Queen instructing the servants to bring a large assortment of biscuits and cakes with the tea.

"What's got to him?" Caspian asked, pulling Edmund aside, watching as Peter guided Tairin inside.

"Oh, ignore him, it is part of his appalling attempt at flirtation. He will end up making a fool of himself sooner or later; I'm waiting to see if he trips on that step- nope, he didn't. Interesting, this is quite the improvement" the young King, mused, his head cocked to the side. Caspian frowned. For once he did not know whether his best friend was joking or not.

Tea and biscuits welcomed them as they entered the study, the cracking fire delightful in its warmth, as indicated by Edmund's contented hum as he warmed his chilly hands.

"I do not believe we have been properly introduced, I am High King Peter, at your service" Peter told courteously, bowing lightly and placing a delicate kiss on Tairin's hand, his sea-blue eyes never leaving her face.

"And I'm Edmund, just Edmund or Ed though, titles are only for formal occasions and since you are Caspian's family, formality can be damned" the Just King spoke, curtsying lightly and smiling nonchalantly.

"I would have worded it a tad differently, but I agree, titles are unnecessary in everyday life, so Susan will do just fine for me as well" Susan said, pouring some tea and handing it to Tairin.

"Only Peter cares for that silly stuff, so don't mind him. He is such an insufferable mor-ow!" Edmund said, hissing as Peter's heel crashed against his toes with fully intended force.

"I am so happy to meet you, Tairin! Caspian was horrid and would not tell us anything about you. I love your dress, it is divine! Oh, and I'm Lucy, by the way" the little Queen rambled, overwhelming the Princess with the speed of her speech.

"Lu, you're scaring her" Susan said softly, passing a tea cup to the young Queen.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I get too excited sometimes" the copper-haired girl said, smiling sheepishly and taking a light sip from her cup.

"Oh no, it is me who should apologise; I am just a bit, well, taken aback. I mean, you are not exactly how I imagined you to be, that is, I did not expect to meet you so soon" Tairin replied, looking down at her steamy cup of tea.

"Don't worry, you are not the first and definitely not the last. We are more certainly not what most people expect us to be, and to be honest I think we prefer it that way" Susan told, squeezing Tairin's hand comfortingly.

"We are not what we once were, at least not on the outside, but I think it makes everything so much easier, it makes us more relatable, I suppose" Lucy spoke, taking a seat next to Susan. Tairin nodded and smiled, growing instantly attached to the Queens.

Conversation filled the room comfortably, a relaxed mood settling in nicely as they chatted, teased, joked, and laughed. Tairin felt all her previous apprehension vanish amidst the laughter and soon felt at ease to make some witty comments of her own. She had met foreign monarchs and ambassadors before, diplomacy dictating that words and actions had to be measured carefully. However, despite being in the presence of the legendary Kings and Queens of Old, the tight knot of etiquette that usually coated meetings like this was simply non-existent and was replaced by warmth and light-hearted enjoyment. All of them, even Caspian, behaved like one big family, one in which the strict codes of formality and etiquette appeared redundant and unnatural. They were quite different from what she had read about them – younger to begin with – and yet they had the very essence of what the legends depicted. It became clear to her, even if she had only just met them, that the books focused on the royal aspect of their lives, whereas what she was currently witnessing was their everyday behaviour, unfettered by the restrictions of nobility and decorum. Susan was caring, kind and gentle, but as sharp-witted and tease-loving as her siblings. Lucy was adorably sweet and curious, yet behind her youthful innocence laid the experienced young Queen of the past, ready to snap a witty remark whenever banter came her way. True to the legends, Edmund was more reserved than his siblings, although this did not prevent him from revelling in the cunning raillery taking place among his siblings and from which Caspian appeared not to have been spared. Her brother was unfazed by the King's snide remarks and retorted with some equally scathing comments of his own, which led her to suppose such joshing was an everyday occurrence. Last but not least, the eldest Pevensie was calm and collected, every inch the legendary King of the books. In his blue eyes she could see the experience of an older man, a trait accentuated by the seriousness of his features, but as soon as Edmund targeted him with his badgering, the King of Old became quarrelling older brother, irritated and impatient. Certainly, the fact of being royalty influenced many aspects of their lives and behaviour, but it did not keep them from being a normal family, with quarrels, bantering and spontaneity. Their nonchalant warmth and simplicity was inviting and welcoming, and this, the books had missed to mention.

"You had it well kept, Caspian. I wrongly assumed you were an only child, which did seem logic if you think about it" Edmund commented, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"You know I had my reasons, Ed" Caspian answered, plopping a biscuit into his mouth.

"I know, I know. What I can't believe is that you left me torturing myself with this puzzle when you could have ended my misery by giving me just a tiny hint! And to think I consider you my best friend!" Edmund replied, assuming a dramatic poise as he spoke, his voice tinted with fake disappointment.

"What can I say, it was fun" the Telmarine replied with a shrug, his chocolate brown eyes full of mischief as he played along Ed's act.

"Leave it, Ed, give up now and save some of your dignity" Peter told him, chucking at Ed's indignant face.

"Oh, this is rich coming from someone who sneaked into Susan's room searching for love letters, spent a week sulking over a loss in a boxing match against Corin and claimed unfairness of conditions when left behind in a race against Peridan. Yes, Pete, you're a beacon of dignity" Edmund spat, smirking smugly and leaning back on his chair.

"You did what?!" Susan exclaimed outraged, glaring fiercely at her brother.

"I-I, really, it's not what you think" Peter said, raising his hands in a defensive manner.

"I can't-believe-you did-that!" Susan spoke, accentuating her words by repeatedly hitting Peter with a cushion, striking him in the arm and head as he tried to shield himself.

"Oh yes, very dignifying. Way to go, Pete" Edmund noted through his grin, joining Caspian and Lucy who had broken into peals of laughter moments before.

"Would you shut up!" Peter said, glaring at him.

Soon, the topic drifted over to Archenland and the palace in Anvard, Caspian tensing immediately. So far, they have avoided the subject of Tairin's departure and he feared the mood in the room would decline. On the other hand, he had to admit he was quite curious to know the details of her lucky escape to Archenland. The memories of that fateful night were bitter for both of them and he did not wish his sister to be painfully reminded of their separation, not when he had finally got her back. He hesitated. Was it not better if they settled the matter sooner rather than later? As much constraint it would cause them both to remember, it would be preferable than to tense up every time someone mentioned the southern kingdom. Still pondering on the matter, he cast a glance at the Princess. Looking at her now, he realised just how much he had missed her. Tairin had not changed from the spirited girl he used to get in trouble with; she may have grown into a beautiful woman, but the cunning, trouble-making gleam in her eyes was still there, unchanged. Yes, he better get this over and quickly; his sister was strong enough to get through it and so was he.

"You've been awfully quiet, Caspian, it is not like you" Tairin commented, taking a sip of her tea, her eyes twinkling with subtle tease. Caspian had apparently not heard her, his gaze lost somewhere ahead, but was brought back to reality by a nudge from Edmund.

"Huh? Oh, sorry, I was lost in thought" he replied simply, offering his sister a small sheepish smile. She responded with a questioning look, hinting the matter rounding his head was not a pleasant one. Caspian sighed and looked away, clearly having second thoughts about the whole issue. His odd behaviour these past minutes had already been remarked by his sister, and he could feel Edmund's cunning gaze on him; it would not take the Just King long to grasp the reason for his apprehension. He shot a warning glare at his friend, hoping he understood he was not to ask any unsettling questions. Edmund cocked an eyebrow and nodded lightly, subtly reassuring Caspian of his lack of intentions to upset anyone.

"Worry not, Tairin. These two often have these silent conversations simply by looking at one another. It is slightly creepy but you will soon get used to it" Susan explained, noticing the Princess' puzzled expression. Tairin smiled at Susan and breathed a chuckle, her frown disappearing for a split moment. She knew, or at least thought she knew her brother well. She could tell something was troubling him, and she had a pretty good idea of what it was. Caspian could feel his sister's stare on him and looked up, meeting her intense gaze, the dark chocolate colour of her orbs identical to his.

"Do I need to coax it out of you?" Tairin insisted, her heavy-lashed eyes boring intently into his face; it was pointless to avoid it, she knew him well enough to see right through him.

"I- Nothing that cannot wait" he spoke, changing his mind at the last moment.

"You want to know about what happened in the forest that night" Tairin spoke, her tone not one of question, but a statement. The siblings stared into each other's eyes for a brief moment before Caspian took a deep breath.

"Yes" he exhaled.

"Don't you think we should talk about this later? I believe the trip must have been exhausting, we have plenty of time to discuss this some other time" Susan intervened, sensing the tension attached to this matter. She cast a glance at Caspian, who had tensed his shoulders and clenched his jaw. Tairin sighed, putting down her cup, her smile gone as she looked up at Caspian.

"Do forgive me, Tai. This really is not the moment to bring this up. We can forget about the matter altogether if you wish. I'm sorry" Caspian told before she could utter a word.

"But since you did bring it up, isn't it better to get it over with for once and for all?" Edmund asked calmly, meeting Caspian's steel glare.

"Talking about the past is exhausting, especially if the past better be forgotten, Ed" Peter replied, sending Edmund a pointed look.

"Peter is right, there is no point on constraining Tairin, not when she has only just arrived" Susan spoke, casting a warning look at Ed, who clearly disagreed, but kept it to himself.

"Don't you see that it is your argument what is tormenting her? Let her decide what she wants to do, it's her story after all" Lucy argued in a calm tone, strength lacing delicately into it as she lectured them. She then turned to Tairin and took her hand, squeezing it comfortingly. "We all have memories we'd prefer to forget and we'll understand if you don't want to talk about it" she said kindly, and Tairin smiled gratefully at her.

"I was fairly certain you would ask about it, Caspian, and if not you, then someone else. I knew I would have to face this story sooner or later, and if the time has presented itself now, then let be it. Memories might be painful, but sharing it with friends and the ones you love lessens their charge on our hearts, isn't that what you used to tell me when we were children?" Tairin spoke, smiling lovingly at her brother, causing him to mirror her smile. "Now I warn you, the story is quite a long one, so get comfortable. Oh, and try not to interrupt me, Caspian, or we risk getting into pointless discussions over silly details, as we have a knack to do" she added with a small laugh, others laughing as Caspian reluctantly agreed.

A servant had shaken her awake that night, cold and darkness swallowing her as she followed the young maid through the corridors, not yet quite fully awake. In her sleepiness she had not thought of how unusual it was for her uncle to request her presence at such late hour, and more still for her to leave the castle in her nightgown. They were greeted by the cold night wind as they reached the entrance of the castle, the gust of air combing through the rim of her nightdress and cloak, seeping through her skin and making her shudder. There was no moon in the sky and she tried to get closer to the servant, not wanting to lose her and get lost in the darkness. Soon, she felt grass blades ticking her ankles and she looked around, nothing but darkness enveloping her, the torches of the castle becoming incandescent dots in the distance. She called after the servant but got no answer and panic took over her; she had lost her guide and guardian. She decided to go back to the castle and ask the guards for help, but as soon as she turned, she knocked over someone, strong hands wrapping around her arms, keeping her still. She tried to free herself from the stranger's hold but was unable to do so. She tried to scream and alert the guards but a hand covered her mouth, a strangely scented cloth muffling any sound. From there she remembered nothing, only opening her eyes some time later, feeling the damp, itchy grass underneath her, her hands and feet tied with a rag. Two manly voices reached her over the sound of water rushing, and she tried not to move, not wanting to call the men's attention to herself.

"Are you sure no one saw us? I don't want to encounter any soldier" one of the voices asked the other.

"If they did, there is nothing they can do, it's their master who ordered this, they would be hanged if they tried to stop us" the other man answered, a malicious laugh echoing in the darkness

"Let's hurry and push her off that cliff before she wakes up and makes a ruckus. You know the tales about this place, I don't want to meet any spirit folk" the other said walking closer to her, his steps muffled by the grass. There was nothing she could do, even if they knew she was awake, they were stronger than her and would end up succeeding in their task anyway. Tears flowed down her cheeks in despair, knowing she had minutes left before she died, before she was murdered. She thought of her brother, who was sleeping in the castle, ignorant of her fate and would remain so till it was too late. How he would suffer upon hearing the news of her death disguised as some terrible lie Miraz was sure to come up with. He had been the one to order her execution, her mere existence threatening his plans and she whimpered, thinking her beloved brother would probably be the next to be killed by that ruthless man in his quest for the throne. As the steps got closer, she accepted her fate and prayed for Aslan, the legendary Lion of Narnian lore to welcome her into his country; not even He could save her now. But as the men approached her, there was a rustle in the nearby trees, and she gasped, the men so taken aback by the noise they had not noticed her being awake. In the darkness of the forest, she was left to wonder what happened. She heard quiet steps creeping closer and almost as soon, one of her captors grunted, falling limply somewhere around her. The other called for his friend and swung his sword frantically in the dark, cutting the air with empty swishes before charging blindly with a battle cry. His scream died suddenly and his body hit the floor a moment later with a dull thud.

"Princess" someone whispered and she gasped, finding a dark figure on her side.

"Do not fear, I am here to help you" came another whisper. She felt a warm hand touch her gently and soon she was free from her ties and up on her feet. Could this be Aslan's doing? Whatever the answer was, she decided to trust her saviour and believe that Aslan had protected her.

"Can you walk?" the voice – a man's voice, although she could not be sure – asked. Yet, before she could answer there was a noise behind them, causing the man to swiftly take her in his arms and venture deeper into the forest. The man had to put her down a few times and she trailed behind him as he opened a path for them. She fell several times, tripping on roots and rocks, her feet, arms and legs peppered with scratches, but she did not flinch, not wanting to slow them down. Finally, they reached an open path out of the forest and in the distance she could see flickering lights, a small village lying not far from them. She noticed a carriage waiting for them and she looked at the man holding her hand, seeing him more or less properly for the first time. He was a soldier, tall, lean and surprisingly young, his face handsome and kind as he turned to her. "Welcome to Archenland, Your Highness. This carriage will take you to the palace, where His Majesty is waiting for you. You are safe here" he told her softly, his voice husky but gentle and reassuring. The soldier helped her into the carriage, where a maid hurried to wrap a warm blanket around her and examined the cuts on her legs and feet. With a small smile she thanked the young man to whom she now owed so much and he smiled back before closing the door. The ride was long and she soon fell asleep, lulled by the rhythmic swaying of the carriage.

"So an Archen soldier saved you that night!" Caspian exclaimed and Tairin looked at him, sighing.

"Yes, I met him properly a few days later, and he has become a sort of personal guard since then. He usually comes with me in my travels, but he was particularly adamant on escorting me here" Tairin told them.

"Sir Rainidan?" Peter enquired and Tairin nodded.

"Isn't it ironic? Fate had it written that both of you would be saved in the forest, the very place Telmarines fear so much" the Just King mused seriously, looking over at Caspian, who nodded in agreement.

"Let her continue with the story!" Lucy demanded, eyes shining with curiosity and Tairin laughed at her eagerness.

King Gaetan was waiting for her when she arrived in the early hours of the morning. The kind monarch hurried to meet her nearly as soon as the carriage pulled up, pulling her into a warm and affectionate embrace, surprising her with the break in etiquette, particularly from a king. Yet, such a caring gesture appeared to be exactly what she needed most after the trying experience she had just gone through and she burst into tears, only just realising how deeply scary the whole situation had been.

"My poor child, so young and thrown in such terrible distress! Fear not, you are safe from all harm. We shall be your family now and this shall be your home. Everything is alright now" the King whispered, cradling her in his arms and patting her hair softly. It was then when the emotions of the past few hours took their toll on the little Princess, who fainted. She was later told she had been unconscious for several days. King Gaetan was visibly glad to see she had woken up, his warmth and caring interest in her deeply touching.

She met Prince Gemini, the eldest son and heir to the Crown, and Prince Scorpio, the youngest and more boisterous Archen Prince, during a meal a few days after her arrival. They were both very kind and she took an instant liking to them, Scorpio quickly becoming friends with her as he volunteered to show her around. The Prince was a lively jester, easily excitable and prone to mischief, and whose carefree, happy-go-lucky attitude elicited honest laughs from her daily. She did not take long to discover he was also a big flirt, female servants blushing and giggling whenever he talked to them, gallant smiles and mischievous winks shared freely.

Life in the southern land was pleasant and happy, and she soon got used to the comings and goings of the palace and the serenity that appeared to be the Archen way of life. King Gaetan and the rest of the royal family showered her with love and affection as if she had in fact grown up among them and shared their blood. The King's niece, Lady Myrina, was the only girl living in the palace besides her, and the two girls soon became quite inseparable. Her days were pleasurable and content, more and more so as she grew accustomed to life in Anvard, so much in fact, that people were starting to call her the surrogate Princess of Archenland. Yet, the pain and sorrow for her brother's welfare never left her. She had had numerous discussions with King Gaetan on the subject, finding the King as worried.

"I know, dear child, your brother's safety is a permanent concern of mine, but there is as much I can do, and I'm afraid this means very little. Prince Caspian does not seem to be receiving my letters, and there is only a certain amount of information spies can provide for me. We should take comfort in the knowledge that he is alive and well. Do not despair, my dear, your brother is a clever boy and he knows he has friends outside Narnia; we shall all come to his aid at a moment's notice, should he ever need it" he told her once, succeeding in allaying her fears for the time being.

Days became years and she grew to love Archenland. The Archen people were candid and lively, smiling brightly even under heavy coats of snow or rain, making comments and jokes to warm themselves. The Princes often teased her with half-meant complaints about her excursions to the marketplace and how she always seemed to find new things to buy. Scorpio was often seen trailing behind holding bags, groaning and exaggerating his misery when they returned to the palace when in truth he enjoyed browsing the market stalls. The King was always amused by his son's reaction.

"Let her buy everything she desires, Archenland won't grow any poorer because of a few dresses and jewels" was his usual calm reply at Scorpio's complaints.

As time passed and she grew up, so did her love for her new family. They had adopted her as one of their own and they had truly become her family, their ties stronger than blood could ever be. Yet, she still missed her brother greatly. How many times she wished to go back, see for herself that her dear Caspian was still alive and well, warn him about Miraz's plots, and bring him to Anvard with her. King Gaetan loved her too much to let her go, knowing – quite rightly – she would not return if ever caught by Miraz's guards. She shuddered at the thought of war between the two nations for the Telmarines were savage when it came to war; the King was right to fear for his kingdom and his people.

Inevitably, as the little Princess grew into a handsome young woman, letters and presents – which she often returned – started flooding the palace, as well as suitors asking the King for permission to court her. This amused King Gaetan greatly, for he had never claimed to have any authority on the young girl's affairs and insisted her choices were hers to make. Nevertheless, protective of her as he was, the King always made his opinion on the suitors be known one way or another, whether he found them agreeable or not, and was pleased to find she often echoed his feelings. Gemini and Scorpio proved to be brothers of the jealous kind and many a suitor was taunted mercilessly by the two Princes, who apparently took much pleasure in tormenting and frightening the men in question. Scorpio, in all evidence, relished chasing her suitors away, his strong built and renowned swordsmanship sufficing to turn many on their heels. Others were more persistent, so Scorpio would spin up a fake engagement in order to dissuade them. So far she had been promised to him thrice, all of them fake and ending with another suitor giving up on his task.

"I am not particularly proud of it, but I must admit it was fun. Scorpio had a blast every time and he particularly enjoyed employing different approaches when delivering the news of the fake, supposedly secret engagement. Most of them took the hint and quietly made an exit, but one or two actually challenged him for my hand, bless them, they had no idea who they were up against" Tairin commented laughing.

"I know what you mean, there is nothing worse than a persistent suitor" Susan agreed, shaking her head softly as she smiled.

"Oh, come now, you enjoyed rejecting those smarmy baboons, especially the clingy ones. You declined them all so kindly, I'm not sure they realised they had been rejected until they were back home" Lucy said giggling and Susan laughed.

"Oh, if only I could be that kind. Good thing I had Scorpio and Gemini or many refusals would have ended in bloodshed" Tairin said, the three women bursting into laughter. The Kings stared at them in mild shock.

"Women are evil" Edmund commented, the other two Kings nodding emphatically.

"It seems the Archen Princes did a good job steering undesirable men away from you. I am grateful, although a bit jealous they got all the fun" Caspian commented with a smirk. "On a positive note, except from love-struck suitors, you were otherwise safe in Archenland; I'm sure Miraz would have killed you if you ever came back" he added, his gaze hardening at the mention of the usurper king.

"Actually, I did come back, to take you to Anvard with me" Tairin confessed, causing Caspian to choke on his coffee.

She had rushed to the King's study as soon as she learnt news about Narnia had arrived.

"I was about to call for you" King Gaetan spoke calmly, his caring gaze concerned no matter how hard he tried to disguise it. He sighed as she looked intently at him and sat on his usual armchair, her skirts swishing as she hurried to sit on the chair closest to him.

"My spy has gathered enough information to confirm my suspicions, dear Tairin, Miraz is plotting against your royal brother, to remove him from the throne permanently" Gaetan spoke gravely, a tone she had never heard him use before.

Gaetan had tried to stop her, Scorpio tried to convince her to stay, threatened to chain her to bed, but she could not cross her arms and do nothing, not when her brother's life was in peril. Seeing the determination in her, Gemini suggested she took some soldiers with her if she really must go, to what Rainidan volunteered vehemently. She trusted him; he had saved her life before and over the years they had become close friends, although the knight always kept a respectful distance between them. There was no time to waste and they departed that same night, horses soaring across the mountains and woods, her heart beating wildly with both worry and joy; she would see her brother again. Meanwhile, word of their arrival had been sent to Narnia and King Gaetan's spy and friends met them on the outer skirts of Telmartown, where they hid on a cart and were successfully smuggled inside the castle. From the servants she learnt the news of Prunaprismia's new-born and she laughed spitefully at Miraz's perfect timing. Of course, he now had an heir, why would he need Caspian anymore? Only a fool would believe it to be a coincidence that the true Prince had gone missing the very same night Miraz had a son. Yet, she refused to believe her brother was dead. No, Miraz would have insisted on an estate funeral if that was the case, and black flags would have been hung around the walls, just as it had been when her father died, murdered by the same tyrant.

Her friends in the castle were reluctant to tell her where Miraz was, and it took quite some convincing for them to help her scurry through the deserted corridors after him. Only a door separated her from the criminal that was her uncle and she took a deep breath, Rainidan following stealthily behind her. She could hear the bastard's voice inside, her blood boiling in anger.

"I have not the faintest idea, My Lords, and I am deeply troubled by this situation; how, despite being safely guarded, could someone invade Caspian's chambers and force him out of it without alerting a single guard. I assure you, inquiries are being carried out at this very moment and those responsible would not go unpunished" She heard Miraz say, every word a lie.

"You claim abduction, Miraz? You said so yourself, Prince Caspian was very well guarded, how, if not someone from inside the castle, could have captured him?! I do believe there is something amiss" Lord Tumar pointed out and she smiled, pleased to know Miraz's words had not fooled everyone in the Council.

"What I find intriguing is the convenient coincidence of it all. Whoever kidnapped our Prince – if that is what really happened – used the birth of your son as a distraction; who would want the Prince, when the baby had become so much valuable. Maybe Prince Caspian has an enemy after his life" another lord spoke, a voice she recognised as Sopespian's sneer, ambiguously suggesting Miraz as the perpetrator.

"Very convenient, isn't that so, Miraz? For Caspian to disappear just when your heir was born" she spoke, her voice distilling venom as she stepped through one of the side doors, looking every bit the Princess she was. Gasps were heard and a loud buzz of voices filled the room. Miraz grew slightly pale and his eyes filled with anger which he quickly masked with surprise as he forced a smile.

"My dearest niece, after so many years you have returned! Your return brings some joy to these trying times that have fallen over our family" he spoke, his words rung with false fraternal feeling.

"Keep your embellished speech to yourself, Miraz, I am here to know what happened to my brother, I demand you tell me the truth!" she bellowed, striding towards that viper of a man, her eyes gleaming with fierce repulsion. "Have you murdered him as you did to my father?!" she hissed, noticing how fury flickered in his dark eyes.

"Tairin, you are too nervous, I believe you need rest. I will join you shortly" he said calmly, grabbing her strongly by the arms and pulling her towards one of the doors, keeping a calm face the entire time. The doors closed heavily on her back and she screamed in pure rage and despair, trembling in wrath at that monster she had called uncleall her life.

As soon as the lords left through the main door, Miraz burst into the adjacent hall, furious.

"You!" he hissed, striding up to her and grabbing her arm, digging his fingers into her flesh. "You should be dead, but no, your stubbornness kept you alive! Why have you returned now, why didn't you stay hiding behind the robes of that Archen fool!" he shouted, looking like the demon he truly was. Rainidan shook with anger in his hiding spot not only at the insult to his King, but at the way that beast of a man was treating the Princess. His muscles screamed for him to reveal himself and pull his sword to the man's neck, but the Princess had warned him about the usurper's violent behaviour and had made her promise he would not intervene before she gave the word.

"You killed my father and now my brother! You murderer! You have always wanted the crown, to sit on that stupid throne and submit Narnia to your cruelty and greed! You tried to kill me because I know what you really are: this vile, repugnant bastard covered in silk!" she yelled, pulling her arm back. Miraz's face was burning red and his gaze was darker than anything she could remember. He broke into a cynical cackle, his yellowish teeth exposed in full, enflaming her anger even more.

"You were always the mud on my shoe, Tairin. Yes, I killed my dumbass of a brother, and he so stupidly fell in my trap, what a fool! And of course you had to find out, you always had that terrible – and should I say unfortunate – habit of meddling into other people's business. I had to get rid of you; selling you to some Calormene slave trader wouldn't have been enough, your spicy tongue would have managed to reach another prying monarch and I couldn't let that happen. I have to give it to you, you are one resourceful little vermin. Yet, it seems that I trusted an incompetent fool to take care of you, I should have ended your miserable life myself" he said, his voice purposely low, incensing in its irony, the gleam on his gaze amused at her fury.

"I dare you to try something against me, you rat. A single scratch at all and you'll have the entire Archen army on your back. One little bruise, and you cause a major war with all neighbouring nations. Do you think your Telmarine soldiers stand a chance against the Golden Maharabian Cavalry and the deathly scimitars of the Calormene Army? Remember King Gaetan is not the only one supporting my brother and I, one misstep and you're dead" she threatened, her tone low and firm, words slipping through her gritted teeth in a cold hiss. As Rainidan would later tell when narrating the story to others back home, she looked as imposing and threatening as the very goddess of war, flames alight in her eyes, her glare capable of disarming a man and scaring him to the core. Miraz's features hardened and his lips pursed into a tense, thin line. A resounding slap echoed on the hall and she swayed, her hand cupping her cheek, deep hatred pouring richly from her eyes behind a few tresses of chocolate brown hair.

"Don't you dare to threaten me, kid. You think yourself brave in your fearlessness, but mark my words, I will crush you" Miraz spat, turning on his heel and marching away, disappearing though the nearest corner. Rainidan made to go after him, his hand drawing out his sword.

"Don't, let him go. Do not sully your blade with that scum's blood, it's not worth it" she told, preventing him from going further. He sheathed his sword and hurried to her side. The Archen knight drew a long shaky breath as he gently removed her hand from her sore cheek, his whole body tensing in anger at the sight of the small cut that spread along her skin.

"That man is a demon, a dirty bastard that does not deserve to live. Poison will come from his pierced heart and nothing but darkness will await him in the end. May Aslan bring justice and give him a painful death, make him pay for his sins" Rainidan whispered, trembling as he nursed her cheek; never before had she seen the kind, warm-hearted knight in such rage, his anger raw and undisguised.

"Were you out of your mind?! What were you thinking! He could have killed you right there! Something could have happened to you while returning to Anvard! It was mindless!" Caspian bellowed, smashing his hands against the small table, teacups and plates shaking in their spots.

"I would have liked to see him try! Rainidan would have cut him in half before he had had the chance to grab his knife. And you forget that the Lords of the Council saw me, if anything happened to me he would have had a tough time convincing them it was another misfortunate accident. He could not afford to go to war on all borders, not with people thinking he killed us both" Tairin explained, keeping her voice steady and calm, looking deeply into her brother's eyes.

"Still, it was risky and careless, Tai" Caspian replied, genuine worry seeping from his eyes. Tairin sighed and patted his knee affectionately.

"So what happened after that? Did you leave immediately?" Edmund asked, enthralled with the story.

"No, I went to see Professor Cornelius" she replied, resuming her tale.

To say that the old man was shocked when he saw her standing outside his study was an understatement. He had good reason to expect anyone but her knocking on his door.

"Princess, but what- how- why are you here?" he asked, rushing both of them inside, checking for any prying eyes before closing the door.

"Professor, I came to see my brother, where is he? Has Miraz done anything to him?" she asked desperately, her heart withering in the despair of not having any news about her only sibling.

"He should be fine, he escaped just in time, soldiers were just outside his door. He fled into the forest, and from what I know, he succeeded in losing the General and his men" the old tutor said, sighing heavily as he, too, was worried about his pupil.

"I'll go after him, help him, he has to come to Archenland with us" she said decidedly, pacing around the small space between the desk and the door.

"Narnia is not safe for you, My Lady, it is better that you return to Anvard and stay there until this chaos is over. Who knows what can happen to you if you immerse yourself into the forest without any clue of your brother's whereabouts. Whatever happened to him, I'm sure Caspian is doing fine. Listen to me, my child, leave this castle immediately and have faith in Aslan, He will bring your brother to safety" the Professor spoke, ignoring all her attempts of interrupting his speech.

"I cannot but agree with your wise tutor, My Lady. My knowledge of the Narnian forest is basic at best and I believe our presence here is more of a nuisance to your brother than whatever help we can bring him. You know I would lay my life and my sword for you, but this deed is dangerous and with high possibility of failure. Let us return to Anvard and plan our strategy there, I am sure your brother will seek our help shall he need it" Rainidan said, and she could see in his dark brown gaze that he was truly concerned for her safety. After some good deal of grumbling, Tairin finally relented and agreed to return to Anvard as soon as possible, but neither the Professor nor Lord Rainidan could stop her from leaving a note to Miraz.

'It's up to you to unleash a war greater than any other in history. Beware the consequences of your acts, you bastard, we will be watching you.'

She asked a maid to deliver the note to Miraz and bid her farewell to the Professor, hoping she would see him soon and making him promise her to leave for Anvard if his life was ever in danger. She took one last look at the castle that had been her home since birth and mounted her horse, both her and Rainidan rushing back to the woods heading south. She had wished to see Miraz's face as he read the note, and if she did, she would have seen him scrunch the paper in rage, cursing heavily at her for her audacity.

"And then, I returned home and told the news to King Gaetan, who was both relieved and very upset at the danger I put myself into. He was very worried for you, Caspian, but commended you to Aslan's care, and it seems to me that he did a good call on that" Tairin noted, a spark of humour brightening her features, looking over to the Pevensies.

"Trust you, dear sister, to argue with Miraz like that and be unnerved, and not content with that, leave him a menacing note. Really, you are quite a handful" Caspian teased, smirking nonchalantly.

"No wonder, she's your sister after all" Edmund noted airily before Tairin could even open her mouth. "I shall try to take that as a compliment, King Edmund" Tairin said with a laugh, shooting a glance at her brother. Edmund weighed the situation, his attempt at taunting Caspian backfiring on him.

"You must" the young King replied.

"That was a most disappointing recovery, my friend" Caspian whispered with a smirk.

"But Caspian, I did send you some letters after I left, did you get any of them?" Tairin then asked.

"I got only one. Miraz made sure I got no mail to keep me uninformed" Caspian answered, smile dropping from his features as sourness took over them.

He had been desperate to get news from and about his sister, writing several letters and sending them behind Miraz's back, helped by some servants and merchants. Yet, somehow his hidden correspondence had been intercepted and all the letters he sent in the following days were handed directly to his dratted uncle. He knew there was something wrong when he was called to Miraz's study, the one his father had occupied and had been immediately confiscated by Miraz before his brother was cold on his grave. He entered with caution, eyes fix on that repulsive man, searching for any signs of anger, hoping to anticipate any raged cry or another sort of violent behaviour. Miraz was sitting on an armchair close to the fire, and with a sickening feeling in his stomach, Caspian recognised the stack of papers in his lap, one of them held carelessly between his fingers.

"It is touching to see how much you love that sister of yours" the man said, Caspian's blood boiling in his veins.

"You have no right to read them, Miraz, it is my private correspondence! Weren't you taught that reading someone else's mail shows terrible manners?" he said, managing a smirk through his anger.

"Measure your words when speaking to me, boy, you should respect those who have more experience than you" Miraz hissed, clearly upset by his nephew's insolent reply.

"I was told to respect those who deserve it" Caspian whispered, looking to the side, his snide remark clearly audible.

"See this?" Miraz asked, ignoring his comment, taking a yellowish envelope in his hands. On its side, his name was written in a neat, slant writing. It was Tairin's, the first and only letter he had gotten from her and which had been lying under his pillow all this time, or so he thought.

"Give it to me!" he screamed, leaping over Miraz, but his uncle had a sturdy build and pushed him away with ease. With a smirk of pure pleasure, Miraz then tossed the letter to the fire, the flames turning the paper into ashes in a matter of seconds. He had not even read the letter yet, and now it was impossible, his sister's words dying in the fire, unread. His letters followed suit, and the smell of burnt parchment filled the air as he stared at the fire in disbelief.

"That's what you get for trying to fool me, boy. You should be thankful is not your hands I threw into the fire. You think you are so cunning, but you don't stand a chance against me. You are banned from writing any letters, and all the correspondence addressed to you will be first inspected by me; I'll decide whether you should read it or not" Miraz said impassively, smirking in satisfaction at his plan. Caspian was furious, his eyes locked on the rat sitting comfortably by the fire, his vision red with anger. There had to be another way to communicate, and actually, there was. He contained at smirk as the thought crossed his mind, keeping a mask of outraged fury as he exited the room, slamming the door purposefully to keep up with his act. He took the longest way to the Professor's study, being careful to avoid the guards, knowing Miraz had ordered them to keep an eye on him and keep track of his whereabouts. Inside, he told the whole story to his tutor and exposed his idea to him, both taking extra care on the secrecy of the whole thing; no one could ever even suspect about their scheme.

"But you had gotten mail from the Maharajah without Miraz knowing" Peter commented, his seawater eyes narrowed by his frown.

"Exactly, Miraz didn't know about the hidden mail that I had been getting from neither the rebel lords nor the merchants, so they helped me; Lord Tumar, for instance, keeps regular correspondence with Maharayab and Tarnova, so my letters to the Maharajah and King Trojka were easily smuggled along with his private mail. Contacting the merchants was a more complicate task, as it needed to be done carefully and subtly and the whole exchange of words and letters had to be precise and casual. I would take a stroll around the market a few times a week, buying some things here and there as part of the charade, guards always following me some distance away; the fools actually believed I was unaware of them" Caspian explained, laughing at the memory of some of the soldiers' sad efforts at improvisation. "Then, the ally merchants would approach me offering their products, pushing me inside their shops or closer to their stands" he added, moving his hands as he explained.

"But how did you give them your letters? I'm sure the soldiers would have noticed if you pulled a piece of parchment instead of coins" Susan enquired, making a good point.

"I think I can answer that" Tairin replied, sending a knowing sideward look to her brother. "Caspian has always had an ability to sneak things up, you could have thought him to be a common thief if it wasn't for his fine clothing, I tell you. He would come to me with a small handful of worthless jewellery, common metal adorned with glass gems – you know, common marketplace trinkets – and with the cheekiest jackanapes grin, he'd tell me he had taken them from the stand when the man was bowing to him" Tairin commented, smirking as Caspian glared at her.

"In my defence, I have to say that I paid the man the next day, gave the money to his son" Caspian spoke, sending a nervous look in Susan's direction.

"At least your pickpocket abilities were put to a good use with the letters" Tairin teased, smirking over her cup.

"I never robbed anyone and you know it, also, you never complained about the trinkets and I'm sure you still keep some of them. Now, stop interrupting me" Caspian spoke, looking pointedly at Tairin. "So, where was I, oh yes! You see, merchants are quite the masters of distraction, so I didn't have much problem fooling the guards, they weren't the cleverest, anyway" Caspian explained, snorting once more.

"Then you did fool Miraz right under his nose, quite clever idea; Miraz couldn't control all the foreign merchants even if he wanted to, and if he harmed them it would have resulted in huge international conflict since traders are often very influential people" Edmund mused, his eyes gleaming at the ingenious scheme. "It is perfect for a crime novel plot" the Just King added under his breath. Caspian raised an eyebrow at his friend's remark and opted to continue with his tale.

"If you see it this way, Miraz forbade me from writing any official letters, but he didn't say anything about the informal ones" Caspian commented wickedly, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

"But I suppose Miraz didn't allow you to keep parchment, ink and quill on your room, right?" Tairin asked, and he smirked, his eyes narrowing, giving a wolfish air to his features.

"It is amazing what you can get the servants to do with a wink and a charming smile" he answered, earning a swat in the arm from both Tairin and Susan at this.

"Oh, that is very true, I used to get all sorts of delicacies from the kitchens in the Golden Age. It was dear Peter here who never mastered the art, though" Ed added, shielding himself from a whack that never came. Instead, Peter looked at him with an impish smirk. "There is so much more a charming smile can get you, little brother" the oldest Pevensie noted, looking pleased. Edmund's face contorted into a disgusted grimace, while Caspian looked at Peter in honest surprise.

"Can we please not stray from the topic?" Susan insisted, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Anyway," the Telmarine King resumed, sharing a look with Susan. "This is also how I kept contact with influential people outside Narnia and learnt about what was happening around me. I received so many letters of support from all sorts of foreign dignitaries, offering to help me if I ever needed to flee. Some even insisted that I did, but I couldn't. The Maharajah and King Trojka were kind enough to always add a note on your wellbeing, telling you were in fine health and happy, but there was just as much as they could tell me from their short visits to Anvard. I am sorry I didn't send letters to you, but Miraz kept a sharp eye on everything and everyone coming from Archenland and I couldn't risk him finding out about the letter scheme" Caspian told, grabbing Tairin's hand and holding it tight, his eyes filled with past sorrow. He then furrowed his brows in puzzlement and held her hand to his face, noticing the discreet stone on her ring finger.

"Oh, I knew there was something I had to tell you" Tairin joked, smirking.

"You are engaged? To wh- wait, are you pregnant?" Caspian asked, stumbling over his thoughts.

"Caspian, don't be indelicate!" Lucy admonished him, nudging him with her elbow.

"If you must know, no, there is no niece or nephew coming your way anytime soon, no" Tairin said, rolling her eyes. "And his name is Zephyr, he is King Gaetan's protégé" she briefed and Caspian lifted his eyebrows, vaguely remembering having heard the name before. "He is a good man, very caring, gentle, responsible, decent, and very, very sweet. He actually wants to talk to you, brother, to set things right" Tairin commented, her eyes shining with deep love.

"Then he is most welcome, I am curious to meet him after hearing such praises from you. Also, I believe it is a good idea that we get to know each other as we are soon to be related" Caspian agreed.

"Did you fall in love with him at first sight?" Lucy asked excitedly, true to her romantic nature.

"Mmm, perhaps not first sight" Tairin replied.

She met most of the Archen court and nobility on the weeks following her arrival, and became particularly friendly with those who frequented the palace the most. Myrina had helped her with some of the names and briefed her on what some of these people did or how important they were to the kingdom. From the Princes she learnt King Gaetan had a protégé who had grown up in the palace with them, a kind man, not much older than her, according to Myrina and Scorpio. She had been in Anvard for several months and in all that time she had not yet met him, a fact that added to her curiosity. King Gaetan spoke of him as of another son, and one he was very proud of. Looking back at it now, she wished they could have met in more graceful conditions, remembering the less than appropriate circumstances of their encounter. Scorpio, the cheeky moron, had set her off with a tease and ran away cowardly, laughing hysterically. She ran after him for a while, but he was a fast runner and disappeared in a matter of seconds, using the advantage of knowing the palace better than her. She stopped in the middle of a long corridor to catch her breath, sparing a few insults at the jester Prince. The sound of steps then caught her attention and she smirked, quietly moving along the wall, planning to tackle Scorpio as soon as he became visible. The steps grew closer and closer and soon the person came fully into view. However, she had already lurched forward when she realised the person she was about to pin to the ground was not Scorpio but another man, very much different from the blonde Prince. Of course, the whole situation was as unexpected to the poor soul as it was to her and he had no time to react before their bodies collided, the hard impact against the carpeted corridor following suit. At this point, she knew that her natural tan – which, by the way, was starting to fade due to the lack of proper sunlight – would not be enough to cover the bright red flush radiating from her face.

"Please forgive me, oh Lord, I'm so terribly sorry, I thought you were someone else!" she rambled, mortified, jumping away when she noticed he had cushioned her fall and her whole weight was supported by his body.

"It's alright, no harm done" he whispered, grunting lightly as he sat up.

"Are you hurt? Should I call the physician?" she ranted nervously, freaking out over the possibility of having hurt him seriously.

"I think I can handle a petite frame such as yours, My Lady, but I appreciate your concern" he replied gravely and stood up with ease, offering her his hand and helping her up.

"Ah! There you are! Oh, Zephyr! I didn't know you were here, and holding dear Tairin's hand! I see, I can't leave you unattended for a second that you are already charming our newest guest, you naughty boy" Scorpio said, smirking as he approached them from the far end of the corridor.

"YOU! Start counting your blessings, you wind-head!" she hissed, narrowing her eyes threateningly at the Prince, who was now faking a look of innocence.

"You wound my delicate heart, Tairin darling" he said, pulling his hand to his heart in a dramatic gesture.

"Stop it, Scorpio, I do not doubt you are at fault here and that Her Highness is right in wanting to wring your neck" Zephyr spoke, sighing at his friend's behaviour.

"Ah, you're no fun! Anyway, Tairin, dearest, this horrible man is the infamous Zephyr you've been so curious to meet, and this is-" Scorpio introduced but was interrupted by Zephyr's husky voice.

"-Princess Tairin of Narnia, who has been our honourable guest for some weeks" he said, turning towards her as Scorpio opened his mouth to retort. "I am most pleased to meet Your Grace at last. I apologise for the lateness of our introduction, for as much as I wished to return to the palace to make your acquaintance, the business which kept me away could not be postponed" he greeted, bowing elegantly and brushing a light kiss on her hand. She returned the curtsy as accustomed, resisting the urge to kick Scorpio as he snorted.

"Zeph, my friend, have I not told you that politeness and respect will never get ladies to knock on your door, and even worse, to fall on your bed?" the Prince spoke in a slightly lecturing tone, placing a patronising arm around the man's shoulders.

"You are being indecent, though I don't know why I keep pointing this out to you after all this time" Zephyr said curtly.

"In my experience, being naughty is the way to go. It has worked well for me, very well, if I do say so myself" Scorpio mused with a smug smile, earning a disgusted look from his companions.

"You are incorrigible" Zephyr told him, something on his tone indicating this was not the first time they've had this conversation.

"You could at least refrain from your salacious musings when in the presence of a lady, least of all a distinguished lady such as Her Grace; she should not be subjected to your less than proper deliberations" he added, his grey-green eyes stern. Scorpio had the decency of looking abashed.

"Anyway," the Prince coughed, "her name is Tairin, Ta-ee-reen, no titles or anything, I mean, I am a Prince and you don't address me so ceremoniously" Scorpio spoke, quickly changing the topic. Zephyr quirked an eyebrow.

"Because you are an idiot" he replied calmly, keeping a serious expression except for his eyes, which were gleaming amusedly. "Now, if you don't mind, stop wasting my time with your babbles and let me go, your father waits for me. Please excuse me, My Lady" he noted politely with a bow before walking away, turning at the nearest corner.

As time passed, they became loose friends, greeting each other and enquiring after each other's health and projects, but their conversation never developed further than a polite exchange. He was reserved and quiet and would rarely make more than a few comments, preferring to listen rather than talking. Myrina had told her about the lord's introvert nature, for which she never pushed the limits of their amicable yet formal relationship.

Scorpio's birthday party a few months after their first meeting had the palace vibrating with music and the joyful chattering of guests, the celebratory mood in earnest. Stained glass lamps had been placed all over the ballroom and balconies and even the garden was sprinkled with coloured paper lamps alight by a small candle, resulting in a beautiful sight. She was leaning on the railing of the large terrace, looking ahead at the flickering lights on the ground. Anvard had become her safe haven from the conspiring schemes and tension that hovered permanently over the Telmarine castle. The palace was her home and she was surrounded by people she loved and loved her in return. King Gaetan and his family had become her own, kind as no other and she felt lucky to have met such gentle, warm-hearted people in her path. Nevertheless, she felt bad for not being fully capable of sharing Scorpio's glee, but as much as she loved him as a brother, she still missed her very own brother terribly, and the celebration around her only underlined the void in her heart. She missed Caspian terribly; she worried for his welfare constantly, especially as Miraz appeared to be gaining more and more power. Her only hope was the Professor, who would surely ensure her brother's safety and would protect him from Miraz's plans. How much she wanted to see her dear brother again, make sure he was out of danger and share her happiness with him. Oh, how guilty she felt to be safe and unworried while he was battling Miraz and who knows what other threats! An all too familiar pang of sorrow pierced her heart and a whimper escaped her lips as her vision blurred with fresh tears. What a terrible feeling it was this state of impotence, of being unable to help her only kin, but how could she? Venturing alone into the forest meant certain death, and she would not give Miraz that pleasure. King Gaetan and several other monarchs had risked far too much by helping her escape for her to waste their efforts because of a whim. Yet, it was impossible for her not to miss her brother and no one expected her to. She let the tears flow, sadness tearing her heart apart. She heard steps approaching behind her and quickly wiped away her tears, hoping she would look more or less presentable.

"Your Highness," she heard Zephyr's grave, polite address and relaxed, he was a friend after all. "Is there anything the matter?" he asked, sensing her trouble and leaned over to get a better look at her face. "Forgive me, Your Grace, I did not wish to intrude. Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked with a deep hint of concern in his voice.

"Thank you, I appreciate your concern, but it is nothing. I shall be feeling much better in no time" she answered in a shaky voice, looking aside to hide the new batch of tears threatening to pour. The nobleman shifted for a moment, looking at her worriedly. As it was his nature, he decided for a silent approach and placed a gentle and caring hand on her back, the gesture breaking her façade and she broke down, covering her face with her hands, sobs loud and filled with sorrow.

"Please, forget the titles, even if it's just for a moment, I need a friend, not a noble" she begged through her sobs, tears glistening in her dark eyes. Zephyr acceded with a nod, touched deeply by her despair. He reached over and squeezed her hand, the other patting her back comfortingly as she cried; her fragile state paired with his own inability to help her angered him, she did not deserve to carry such weight upon her soul. Finally, after a few minutes, she managed to explain herself, her tale cut by a few renewed hiccoughs, but ultimately her sobs receded and her breathing became less ragged.

"I wish I had the right words to relieve your pain, Your Highness. I can but imagine how tolling this situation is on you, and for that I am truly sorry. I can only wish for you to take solace in the fact that this situation will not last forever and that your noble brother will be brought to safety by Aslan's will" Zephyr spoke, barely above a whisper, his statement simple but meaningful. Their talk would have lasted longer if they were not interrupted by Zephyr being summoned inside. The lord apologised before leaving, squeezing her hand one last time.

"Thank you" she said simply and he smiled, stepping through the glass door seconds later. Myrina found her almost as soon, and she spent the rest of the night being comforted by the younger girl, bursting into tears once more but keeping Zephyr's words in mind, knowing they were true.

After that night, she made a point to develop her friendship with Zephyr and to get to know him better, shortening the distance between them as the barrier of respect, although still present, faltered after each encounter.

The spring had brought along the most undesirable of pests: suitors. Although her day had started quite promisingly, it had been quickly ruined by one such man, an insufferable being too daft to understand the hints she had dropped for him to leave her alone. It appeared he was as stupid as he looked, for he seemed to think she was interested in his company in spite of her behaviour clearly suggesting the contrary. Gemini had noticed her discomfort and diplomatically tried to discourage the man – a noble from one of the cities in the west – but not even the calm yet imposing request from the Prince succeeded in convincing the man of her disaffection and least of all her unwillingness to marry him. She had made her way to the garden, hoping to get a break from the man's company, one he had been imposing on her more and more since his arrival. She shuddered at the thought of the man's sickening smell, covered poorly by and even smellier perfume and resulting in an unbearable stench. Luck was not on her side as the man quickly spotted her, and she had to contain a groan as he jogged towards her, a smug smile on his face.

"If I didn't know better, my flower, I would have thought you were avoiding me" he said in a self-sufficient tone, and she supressed a laugh, amazed at the man's daftness.

"I was hoping for some time alone with my thoughts, Lord Arangan" she spoke, doubting the man would catch the hint. To her despair, the man offered to keep her company, and in a move she suspected was aimed at irritating her more, he started babbling about his lands and all the many riches he possessed in a ludicrous attempt at impressing her. She suggested a walk in a desperate attempt to put some distance between her and the man's wandering hands, and soon, they had crossed to the other end of the garden, the training grounds appearing into sight. The thought of calling Rainidan to her rescue crossed her mind and she welcomed the excuse to get rid of the sickening lord. The man, however, had other plans of his own. She was startled when the man pulled her arm with a certain force, forcing her to take several steps backwards.

"We could always stay here, get to know each other more- intimately" he said in a flirty tone, stepping closer until her back was pressed against a tree, his arms blocking her on both sides. He was disgustingly close, his eyes roaming over her in the most repulsive way, and she looked aside, avoiding his face.

"I demand you let me go" she stated loudly, trying to push him off, but he pressed himself closer, his repugnant breath blowing on the side of her face. "Get off me!" she exclaimed, struggling against his hold. She succeeded in pulling away by striking the man in the shin and yelled trying to get the attention of the soldiers. Unfortunately, her skirts got caught in the low branches of the bushes surrounding them and she tripped. The disgusting man used this opportunity to pin her down and she screamed in disgust as he kissed her neck. "HEEL-" she yelled, her scream cut abruptly as the awful man pressed his repulsive lips over hers as she struggled to get him off her. And then, all of a sudden, the weight of the man was lifted off her body. She opened her eyes and found Zephyr holding the lord by the collar of his shirt, looking murderous.

"Don't you dare to touch her again!" he spoke in a dangerously low voice, his fists clenching tighter around the man's shirt.

"L-let go o-off me! You don't know who you're t-talking to!" the man replied feebly.

"Oh really? Well, neither do you" Zephyr seethed. "You will leave immediately, if you value your life, that is" he added, letting go of the man, who fell on his back. Zephyr turned to help her to her feet, but as he turned his back on the man, Tairin saw him pulling a dagger out.

"Look out!" she warned just as Arangan charged against Zephyr, managing to wound him in the arm. Yet, Zephyr was a much more experienced warrior and took charge of the situation in a matter of minutes, knocking the man unconscious with a well-aimed punch. By then, the practicing soldiers had noticed the commotion and Rainidan rushed towards them. The unconscious lord was taken to the physician's quarters while Rainidan held Zephyr still, asking for an explanation. Zephyr was still very upset, so she explained everything to the young knight, his features hardening in anger.

"Are you hurt, My Lady? I swear, if that filthy insect harmed you, I will-" Zephyr asked, fuming.

"I am well, a bit ruffled but otherwise unharmed" she interrupted, looking deeply into Zephyr's eyes and smiling weakly. "Thank you for getting rid of him" she added sincerely, squeezing his arm. Zephyr's guard fell down instantly, all anger forgotten, and was replaced by a shy awkwardness, a hint of a blush colouring his cheeks. She smiled. He had gone back to being the respectful, timid man they all knew.

The King, of course, was fuming once the news of the incident reached him, and Scorpio had to be stopped from going after the convalescing Arangan by Rainidan and Gemini, who were as upset, nonetheless. She had never seen King Gaetan so livid, imposing and mighty, his features stone serious. With stoic stateliness, the King banned Arangan from Anvard, charging him a serious offence against the crown. Arangan's father, from whom he would inherit the title, rushed into the capital upon hearing about the matter, personally presenting his deepest apologies to her, promising her his son would be punished severely on his return home. As per Zephyr, he became quite protective of her and kept a vigilant eye over her suitors, always making sure to stay close to her when they were around. Myrina took notice of this behaviour and noted that he appeared irritated at the men flocking around her. The Archen girl insisted there were hidden intentions behind his watchful guard and that Zephyr harboured some feelings for her, but she brushed her comment away, assuming this was his way of making sure that horrible incident did not repeat itself.

"Oh, how romantic! He is a true knight in shining armour!" Lucy exclaimed, sighing deeply.

"Actually, he is a lord, not a knight, but he does have an armour for official purposes" Tairin replied seriously and Lucy giggled, noticing the sweet misunderstanding. "I didn't mean it literally. It's only an expression to say that a man is very honourable and gentlemanly, very heroic and selfless, like in stories" the young Queen explained.

"Indeed, he behaved commendably, protecting you from that pervert" Susan commented, the glint in her cerulean eyes telling that she, too, was enjoying the story very much.

"That pathetic excuse of a man would not have gotten away with a warning and a punch if I had been there!" Caspian told in a bit of a huff.

"Any of us would have had the same reaction given the circumstances, some perhaps more violently than others" Edmund argued. "Yet, I cannot help to agree you're your friend. I think that it served his purpose to clear away other suitors if he was indeed harbouring feelings for you already, Tairin. That ring on your finger proves he did beat the competition" he pointed out, matter-of-factly.

"You make an interesting point, a most clever point, in fact" Caspian mused with a frown, looking into space and rubbing his chin in a thoughtful way.

"Oh don't, I would like to hear the end of Tairin's story without your input, thank you very much!" Lucy complained, managing to shush Caspian and her brother.

"So when did you know you were in love with him?" Susan asked, whacking Peter's arm as he sighed, thoroughly bored.

She could safely say that they were good friends now, months of insistence for him to drop formalities finally paying off as he began addressing her by name. Coincidentally, they had spent large amounts of time together and she discovered they had a lot in common, their talks becoming more and more enjoyable and informal. Zephyr was easy-going once he forgot about protocol and position, and she begun looking forward to their meetings, taking particular pleasure in his company. How many times she had caused him to skip boring meetings and paperwork to go horse riding with her, or simply dragging him away for a picnic in the neighbouring hills, not caring about his half-hearted protests. King Gaetan was delighted by their closeness, eyes sparkling mischievously whenever he caught sight of them.

Her birthday arrived at an amazing speed and before she knew it, she was showered with presents coming from every corner of the world. The large throng of suitors also used the opportunity to charm her with gifts, none of which she kept, sending them back as soon as they reached her. From the Maharajah she had gotten two rolls of the finest silk and embroidered cotton with an attached letter, in which the monarch wished her many blessings. The Archen family had been overly generous as well, Gaetan presenting her with an astounding set of bracelet and earrings, worth a spot among the crown jewels due to beauty and splendour. Zephyr was encouraged by Scorpio to give her his present as well, and he approached her, very red in the face, pulling a large arrangement of flowers from behind his back, shyly placing it on her hands. The bouquet was simple, kept in a palette of yellow, orange and pink, roses and tulips mingling with wild flowers, a very rustic composition that charmed her beyond words.

"It's so very beautiful, Zephyr, thank you very much!" she told him, bringing the bouquet closer to her face so she could smell its delicate perfume. As she placed the flowers on the seat next to her, a medium-sized box fell to the floor and she curiously picked it up, looking up at Zephyr, who looked as clueless.

"Ah, that reminds me, I need to go take care of some last minute paperwork. Gemini, I need you to come with me and Scorpio, would you check the list of guests and see that everything is set for the party tonight?" Gaetan said, pointedly looking at his sons, the three men rushing out of the room, leaving them staring at the closed door for a few moments, utterly at loss of what had just happened. It was then when she remembered the box in her hands and opened it slowly, revealing a beautiful sparkling white flower made of pure diamonds, glinting profusely under the torchlight. As she pulled the flower from the box, two thin silver chains dangled behind it, rubies dotting the chains here and there. On closer inspection, the flower turned out not to be a pendant but a brooch, creating a most original and elegant piece of jewellery.

"This is- this is beautiful! I don't know what to say!" she exclaimed, looking at Zephyr wide eyed, astonished by the present. The lord was as surprised and stuttered something incoherent before deciding to remain silent, not quite knowing how to explain the unexpected present.

"You shouldn't have bothered, really, the flowers were just enough" Tairin told him, running her fingertips on the diamond petals of the brooch, her smile the brightest he had ever seen her. He realised he had been gaping at her and averted his eyes, looking aside shyly.

"I-I am sorry, but I really am at loss. That necklace is not from me, although now I wish it was" Zephyr explained awkwardly. "I did think of getting you a piece of jewellery, but I have seen you return so many, I did not wish to offend you" he added after a moment, looking sideways.

"You know well I only return them because I do not care for who sends them" she told him, her smile growing even more at his silliness. "Also, I think I know who is behind this," she said, reaching for two smaller velvet boxes that laid somewhere among her presents. "See, this necklace matches the earrings and bracelet King Gaetan gave me quite perfectly, one could say too perfectly" she pointed out and both looked at each other, breaking into laughter at the craftiness of a certain King in their acquaintance.

"He is full of surprises" Zephyr commented, chuckling softly.

"I knew he was plotting something. Now I must keep it, not that I actually wanted to return it" she confessed with a grin and he nodded, both bursting into more laughter a moment later.

"You should wear it for the party tonight" he suggested sincerely, his lips turning up in a small smile.

"You think so? Is it not too bright? I do not wish to attract too much attention" she confessed, twisting the thin chains around her finger.

"Well, you are the birthday girl, so people will be looking at you, not least because you'll be the handsomest lady out there" he replied, looking aside to hide his darkening blush. She had been complimented many times before and prided herself in being able to take them in gracefully, but the honesty of his statement caught her completely off guard. She felt herself blushing and walked over to the nearest mirror, hoping the motion would distract them both from the awkward – although not altogether unpleasant – moment. She held the necklace and pulled it around her neck, struggling with the clasp for a moment before she felt his callous fingertips brushing against hers. He pulled her hair gently aside, working on the clasp skilfully. A small tingle ran down her spine as his hands touched her neck, and she could see the crimson reflection of her face in the mirror. She turned to him and smiled, feeling something warm coil in her stomach as she looked into his greyish green eyes, unable to look away. It was a moment meant to be. The mood had been set the moment they were left alone and the feelings which had grown and developed during the past months were finally ripe and ready to blossom. He was so close, she could feel his warmth and breathe in his fragrance, her lips tingling in anticipation. His lips brushed against hers mere seconds later, a kiss delicate and shy, yet beating with passion and desire. Only then she realised just how much she had waited for this kiss. Her hand sneaked to the back of his neck and tangled in his curls, deepening the kiss. The move had been unconscious but certainly not unwelcome, his arms instinctively wrapping around her.

By the end of the night, it became pretty evident to everyone in the party that their friendship had evolved into something more, despite their efforts to keep their affections minimal. Truth was, they had spent the whole party throwing glances at each other, and Zephyr had stolen her from her dancing partners countless times, which she supposed gave them away. The next day, Myrina greeted her with a smug satisfied smirk and insisted on being told every single detail, which she indulged, the two girls giggling and squealing excitedly. Scorpio and Gemini smiled knowingly and congratulated the couple at lunch, but not before they had pulled their brotherly act by throwing some empty threats at Zephyr, who only smiled and nodded. That same afternoon, the Archen lord formally asked the King's permission to court her as it was only proper, and Gaetan was more than happy to oblige.

"You would have to ask Prince Caspian for his blessing when the time is right, lad. I love Tairin and I trust her judgement; if she has welcomed your affections then I can only congratulate you and give you my best wishes for the future. Promise me you will make her happy and I will not ask you anything else" the King spoke, patting his protégé in the back Zephyr smiled and took the King's words to heart, promising him to make it his mission to put a smile on her lips daily.

Time passed and their relationship grew strong, Zephyr becoming as essential to her as she was to him. Zephyr often travelled to distant cities on official palace business or as part of the diplomatic corps when the King travelled to foreign lands, resulting in their mutual misery, as stated in their letters. He had surprised her one day, arriving from one of his trips earlier than expected due to very favourable conditions and bringing some presents along. She noticed he seemed a bit nervous and tense, but did not give it too much thought, knowing it was likely something work related. Once they sat in their usual secluded spot in the garden, he took a deep breath, opening his mouth to speak but made no sound.

"What is it? You are tense" she noted worriedly, rounding his waist with her arms.

"I- I've got something to tell, you, I just don't know how" he confessed, causing her frown to grow deeper.

"You know you can tell me anything" she said, staring right into his eyes. "Whatever it is, just tell me" she insisted, her voice coated with concern. He let out a quiet groan of frustration and pulled her to him, embracing her tightly. She said nothing and hugged him back, her mind working at top speed, wondering what could have gotten him so worked up. After a moment, he loosened the embrace to look straight into her eyes. "I- um- you-" he started, clearing his throat nervously "Wouldymarrme?!" he then blurted, not quite making out the words himself. She stared at him with a look of utter confusion, blinking repeatedly. He coughed again.

"Say yes, pull me out of my useless struggle to word a proposal fit for the extraordinary woman you are" he breathed. He held her hands in his, bringing them to his lips, a hopeful look filling his clear orbs. "Marry me?" he asked with a look that melted her heart and made her weak on the knees. Her brain froze momentarily, stuck on those two little words. It took her a moment to realise his smile had started to falter and she blinked rapidly, slowly recovering from the unexpected proposal.

"Yes, yes! Absolutely, yes!" she exclaimed, jumping into his arms and letting out a laugh of pure joy, his own throaty laugh joining in as he spun her around, stopping seconds later to place a passionate kiss on her lips.

"This is the best day of my life!" he screamed, elated to the core. "Well, until the wedding, that is" he added with a wink, twirling her around as they both laughed blissfully. The noise had attracted the attention of the royal family and servants, who curiously peeked from balconies and windows.

"She has agreed to marry me!" Zephyr informed them proudly, the palace exploding in loud cheers and applause. Scorpio and Gemini were the first to join them and congratulate them, while King Gaetan ordered for the best wine to be served, a small celebration thrown right there in the garden for royals and servants alike.

Peter listened to the story, interested to some extent, but he had never been a big fan of romances. It was certainly a sweet story, one he hoped he would get to experience for himself one day. Yet, for now, he failed to truly understand Tairin's passionate and loving tone that was so unappealing and unfamiliar to him. He felt a bit naughty for having openly flirted with her, although he had not known of her engagement then. One day he would find the one, his true love, and even then, he hoped not to be the mushy kind of man and give Edmund another excuse to tease the life out of him. On a darker note, he was not even sure they would be staying in Narnia this time; he did not fancy having his heart broken by leaving love behind once they were sent back to England. If that happens, he added in his mind. He was pulled out of his ponderings by a sound sigh from his sisters, both looking dreamily at Tairin. Susan had a warm smile on her lips, while Lucy's eyes were glazed with her own fantasies.

"Tairin, he is just perfect, so sweet and so romantic! I want a love story like yours!" Lucy exclaimed, burying her face into the cushion she was hugging close.

"I am sure you will, but not in the next ten years if I have any say in the matter" Peter noted.

"Oh no, not again" Edmund protested under his breath.

"Peter, you will not start this argument again this time, for all our sakes" Susan stated sternly.

"Like hell he won't! I did not let you interfere in my personal affairs the last time and I'm sure as day won't let you this time. You forget I am much older than I look and that I was an adult once; I love you, Pete, I do, but I know how to take care of myself" Lucy argued, the tone of her voice indicating she was not to be messed with. Peter looked as if he was going to argue, but was cut by Susan.

"Not. A. Word, Peter" she warned.

"That goes for you two, as well, just in case you got any ideas" Lucy turned to Ed and Caspian, who was genuinely surprised at such a departure from the usually bubbly and sweet young Queen.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Caspian, I didn't mean to be rude. You are a charming darling who would not dare to meddle, unlike others" Lucy apologised, narrowing her eyes to throw a dark look at her brothers.

"No you are being unfair, Lu. I've always left you to your own devices" Edmund argued and Lucy had to agree.

"Not due to a lack of interest, right Ed? I mean, with you being occupied with your own devices?" Peter spat.

"Speaks the fountain of hormones" Ed retorted.

"Har mons? Is this some kind of insect? Should the villagers be alerted?" Caspian asked, panicking slightly at the thought of an unknown pest falling over the country. Peter let out a laugh.

"Rest assured, it is not an insect or animal of any sort, although it would be easier to deal with them if they were. Yet, I think you already fallen prey to their savagery, no thanks to a certain Que-" Edmund teased, interrupted by a kick in the shin from Peter, who threw him a pointed look.

"What Ed is trying to explain was that hormones are things inside us which cause us to be infatuated with someone, among other things. This usually happens in the early teenage years, though it depends on the person" Peter explained calmly in his encyclopaedic tone, his explanation textbook-like.

"It's true, Ed took awfully long! We worried there was something wrong with him, but then when he was sixteen he finally fell head over heels for that nymph" Lucy told with a giggle.

"I just happen to be more discriminating with my feelings – or rather I will be in some time when my rational objectivity is ravaged by puberty", a very red Edmund yelled above the laughter, throwing a cushion at his sister. Lucy then retailed and Peter intervened as well, Susan stepping in minutes later, rolling her eyes and adding her own voice to the incomprehensible ruckus that issued among her siblings.

"Are they always like this?" Tairin discretely asked, leaning closer to Caspian.

"No, but it happens quite frequently" Caspian answered with an amused smile, watching as Susan rolled her eyes at her siblings and crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head tiredly. Tairin watched her brother out of the corner of her eye, noticing the warm smile curling his lips as he glanced at the Gentle Queen. Was it love she saw peeking from his eyes?

The news of the long-gone Princess' return spread like fire through the city and the rest of the country, sparkling mostly cheerful reactions in its wake. The villagers and friendly members of the court were ecstatic, notes of joy arriving to the castle by hundreds. The guards at the gates were busy confirming the rumours to the villagers who popped by to enquire, as well as gathering the several presents some brought to their Princess. Unsurprisingly, the Council Lords – with some exceptions – were taking the news grimly, especially those who had assisted Miraz with her disappearance, knowing they would be on the receiving end of the King's wrath, which they knew first hand to be fearsome.

The castle was flooded by visitors in the following days, court members dropping by to greet the Princess personally. Duchesses, countesses, ladies and baronesses were most eager to meet or rediscover Tairin, while old friends were simply delighted to rekindle their friendship. It was late afternoon when the last bunch of squealing women left, to Caspian's content, yet the sooner he thought he had seen the last of the carriages leave the courtyard, another appeared through the gates. Caspian rubbed his temple at the thought of more chit-chat. Taking a deep breath, he walked to the main entrance to welcome the new arrivals and hopefully convince them to return on a later date. To his surprise, he did not have to exert his diplomatic skills and he found himself smiling broadly at the two noblemen walking through the threshold. It was evident from their similar features and built that the men were related, a fact made even more evident by the nearly identical grins plastered on their faces as they caught a glimpse of the King. Caspian had not seen them in quite long and found they had changed, if only slightly, from the languid troublemaking teenagers they once were.

"King Caspian" the eldest of the two spoke, both bowing respectfully. Caspian quirked an eyebrow.

"If I didn't know you better, Zirid, I'd think you are making a fool of my arse" the King noted nonchalantly, crossing his arms.

"Not today, Your Majesty, not today" the man replied with a smirk. "But enough about me. You look terrible, my friend, kingship has done you very wrong" he added, dropping formalities and clasping Caspian's hand in a one-armed hug. Caspian snorted at his remark, having had a similar thought every other morning.

"All tease aside, I am glad to see you both in fine health" Caspian told, patting the men's backs. "I have missed you dearly, you morons" the King added.

"So did we, and we had to see with our own eyes how much of a fool you were making of yourself, now that you are King of us all" the younger of the two spoke for the first time, laughing at Caspian's unflattering hand gesture. The sound of hurried steps coming down the stairs cut their jesting greetings short, a slightly nasal voice following suit.

"Caspiaaaaan! You have to come, Peter is throwing a tant- oh, sorry, I thought you were alone" Edmund announced excitedly, realising his blunder halfway through his descent down the stairs. The cacophony of Peter's irritated voice and the girls' input into the argument made its way down the stairs seconds later, as the Magnificent King rushed after his brother.

"Ah, perfect timing! Allow me to introduce you to my childhood friends, Zirid and Cyprian, the sons of the Duke of Beruna" Caspian announced, starting the introductions. The noblemen bowed and shook hands with the Narnian Kings and gallantly greeted the Queens, Caspian's jaw tensing imperceptibly as Zirid's lips remained on Susan's hand a second longer than was proper. His irritation was not least diminished as Zirid showered Susan in high praises which bordered open flirtation; knowing his friend, it was exactly what he was doing. Cyprian bit back a chuckle as he observed Caspian, quickly noticing the King's affections towards Queen Susan. Caspian relaxed a bit when Zirid acknowledged Lucy with playful chivalry, his actions rewarded by a giggle from the little Queen, who blushed lightly.

"Ah, Tairin, light of my days! How did I survive this long without your company, I do not know. You've grown into a beautiful woman during your exile, a swan in this pond of toads. Perhaps you could kiss me so I become a prince?" Zirid jested, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"If anything, you'd turn into a mule, Zirid. And I'll have you know my fiancé would not like it one bit if I went around distributing kisses" Tairin replied, but Zirid was not discouraged.

"But my darling, you know I would never kiss and tell, nor would I dare to damage your happiness; I'm not one to ruin marriages" Zirid countered dramatically, much to everyone's laughter. Caspian snorted loudly.

"You have, several times" he reminded his friend, smirking wickedly at Zirid's glare.

"Is this the first impression you want Their Majesties to have of me, Caspian?" Zirid huffed.

"Ha! As if you cared for your reputation, or mine, in fact; you have made me into a fool countless times before, you will get no mercy from me" Caspian countered. Zirid pondered for a second and nodded in agreement. The girls excused themselves then and giggled their way back upstairs, while Peter also made his excuses before leaving for the stables.

"I'll be in the library if you need me" Edmund told, awkwardly realising he should have left with Peter.

"Nonsense, someone needs to teach these scoundrels how to drink properly. I tell you my friends, Narnians know how to hold their alcohol" Caspian spoke, carelessly throwing an arm around Ed's shoulders.

"Finally! I must say, Caspian, your hosting game is appalling" Zirid joked.

"Aye, it was high time someone offered us a drink!" Cyprian agreed.

Edmund and the brothers got along instantly. The brothers, much like Caspian and himself, loved a good tease and welcomed his witty comments, targeting him with some of their own amidst frequent bursts of laughter.

"I was expecting to see you sods at my coronation, it is not like you to miss the opportunity to drink yourselves stupid" Caspian commented, pouring them all some wine.

"Damn sorry we were to miss such a celebration, and even more to pay our respects to our new King by pouring a bottle of fine rum down your throat" Zirid laughed. "But your uncle threw us in a hell hole deep in the western mountains; by the time we got the news, you had already been crowned and it took some time for us to arrange our trip back here" the young Telmarine added, his features darkening.

"Miraz sent you away? Why?" Edmund asked, curious.

"My father's brother, much like him, was desperate to take the dukedom of Beruna to himself. Now, you see how appealing it was for him if Cyp and I disappeared. Miraz found some silly crime to charge us with and sent us away as punishment" Zirid explained.

"As soon as I became too much of a threat to Miraz, he disposed of anyone outside the castle who would be likely to help me. These two were, and are, my closest friends, and so he sent them away to isolate me and keep them from assisting me in my escape" Caspian told, squeezing the brothers' shoulders.

"Had he won, it would have been two choices for us: flee to Calormen or stay and be murdered" Zirid noted grimly.

"Oi! This is a happy occasion! I propose a toast to Miraz's idiocy, Caspian's victory and the timely and invaluable intervention of the Kings and Queens of Old" Cyprian stated, raising his glass.

"Aye, aye!" the four men chorused, downing their drinks.

The spontaneous toast succeeded in steering the conversation onto a more cheerful topic, the brothers satisfying their curiosity on the Pevensies and Old Narnia.

"Queen Lucy is truly adorable, I've always had a soft spot for little girls" Zirid noted.

"Paedophile" Caspian replied simply, grinning deviously as he avoided Zirid's kick just in time.

"Man of filthy mind, I did not mean it like that!" Zirid growled, quite offended.

"Not filthier than yours, I assure you" Caspian replied, unnerved.

"Always!" Zirid retorted with a wink. "But you know I've always wanted a little sister to spoil and protect, but I ended up stuck with this moron instead" he explained, pointing carelessly to Cyprian, who replied with a rude gesture.

"I know what you mean, Lucy has that effect on people" Caspian agreed.

"Pfft, try living with her all your life! She's all smiles and sweetness until you make her mad" Edmund snorted. Caspian chuckled, having witnessed bits of Lucy's strong temper and hoping to never get to know the full extent of her wrath.

"At least she has friends she can introduce you to – well, perhaps in a couple of years. All Cyp is able to befriend is cows and horses" Zirid noted disappointingly.

"I would not risk introducing any of my female acquaintances to you, it could upset their good opinion of me" Cyprian spat, taking a sip of his drink.

"Define 'good opinion'. I should not think them to possess a very remarkable taste if they consider you suitable, little brother, or at least, they certainly would not after meeting me" Zirid retorted, unmoving. Caspian and Edmund were enjoying the exchange too much to intervene.

"In my experience, your meeting them would only exalt my charm" Cyprian quipped with a laugh.

"What charm, you would not know charm even if it hit you in the face! Admit it brother, you have no clue as to what women like or how to earn their favours" Zirid noted, rolling his eyes.

"So says the connoisseur, you incorrigible flirt" Caspian muttered, getting Zirid to grin.

"And proud to be so" he said with his trademark jackanapes smirk, raising his glass in a silent toast.

"Let him boast, Caspian. In times like this I delight in the memory of the way he was sucking the face of Lord Gram's daughter when drunk the other day. Grossest show I've ever witnessed" Cyprian taunted, his honey-coloured eyes glinting over the rim of his glass. Caspian looked at his friend in shock, and Ed deduced the girl in question was not exactly easy on the eye.

"Are you that desperate? I mean, a lack of beauty may be compensated by a clever mind and personality, but I have met Lord Gram's daughter, and she has neither" Caspian pointed out, casting a worried glance at his friend.

"First of all, I want to make it clear that I am not vane to the point of disregarding a woman just because of her physique, however- voluptuous it may be," Zirid insisted, clearing his throat loudly. "And secondly, that was a mistake! I drunk my weight in wine that night and could not have made the difference between a tree and a person. I can honestly say I thought it was her sister. I cannot begin to tell you how horrifying the experience was, she appeared to be set on sucking my face off" Zirid explained, shuddering at the memory.

"I thought it was hilarious! Gross, but hilarious nonetheless. Lord Gram nearly cried of joy at the possibility of his daughter finally getting married; Father had to tell him you were three sheets to the wind and that you had smooched a pillar only recently, so he shouldn't get his hopes too high" Cyprian explained, sending Caspian and Edmund doubling over with laughter.

"Not one of my best moments, I admit" Zirid agreed, covering his face with his hand and shaking his head. Caspian and Edmund only laughed harder. "You forget, little brother, that I know stories about you that will get these two wetting themselves with laughter, so don't tempt me" Zirid threatened, raising his glass at his brother, who shrugged and smirked. It took some time for the two Kings to recover, their deep breaths punctuated by loud snorts and renewed laugher several times.

"I told you, you would have fun" Caspian whispered, Cyprian and Zirid's quarrelling still going on in the background. Edmund nodded, taking a sip of his wine, almost choking with a guffaw when Cyprian threw one of his boots at his brother, knocking Zirid's wine glass over his pants.

"There, there, it's all fun and laughter until someone gets their trousers wet" Caspian teased, his voice breaking with his own laugh. "Come on, I'll lend you some breeches, Zid" he added, the two of them leaving the room, where Ed and Cyp were barking with laughter.

Once in his room, Caspian waited for Zirid to change into the clean pair of breeches he had handed him.

"Queen Susan is very pretty, isn't she? I've heard all sorts of rumours but nothing close to the truth. I would really like to get to know her better" Zirid mused. Caspian's features hardened and he frowned, making a vague noise while taking another sip of his drink.

"Queen Susan is not like those maids you're so keen on charming, Zirid" he said icily, looking at the blood-red liquid in his glass. The young lord looked up at him, taken aback by his friend's sudden reaction. Pouring himself some more wine from a nearby decanter, Zirid smiled, getting a clue to his friend's sudden coldness.

"There, there, Caspian, it was a harmless comment, I swear" Zirid told, not at all threatened by Caspian's glare. "Jealousy doesn't suit you" he added under his breath.

"Well, call it experience, I know you are the biggest flirt in Narnia" Caspian noted matter-of-factly. "And I don't fancy her" he added calmly, leaning back on his chair.

"So you say, but I know you to be a better liar than this. I mean, you cannot expect me to believe you have absolutely no feelings for Queen Susan after you nearly threatened me to death because of a meaningless comment" Zirid argued, patting his friend's shoulder. "Now, let's go see if those two idiots have stopped laughing at my expense" he resumed after a short pause, walking out of the room. On the way back to the study, Caspian mused over his conversation with Zirid. The lord's banter had ignited a spark of doubt. What exactly did he feel for Susan?

After dinner, Caspian looked forward to get into bed and fall into a deep slumber until late the next day. Instead, he was lying on his back, staring intently at the canopy above him. He had spent all the rest of the afternoon and evening with Zirid's insinuation rooted on his brain. He rubbed his temple. Zirid was right; he had overreacted to his plain observation. Yes, his friend was a scoundrel and a charmer, but it was not enough for him to act so possessive, so- jealous? Why in the world was he jealous of Susan! She was his friend, a comrade, or was she? At this point he could not be so sure anymore. He shook his head and tried to be objective. It was true that he enjoyed every excuse he had to talk to her and be in her company as of late. Moreover, he had caught himself staring at her a handful of times, taking notice of how her eyes changed of colour according to her mood, and how they were so full of life when telling him about Old Narnia or some childhood story. And then there were all the times she squeezed his hand or patted his arm, pleasant tingles crawling through his skin under the fabric of his sleeves. Alright, Zirid might have a point, but this could not be more than just a mild infatuation. It was almost expectable; she was a very beautiful woman, a fierce warrior and an exceedingly clever person, after all. He would grow out of this infatuation sooner or later, he thought, pulling the covers tighter around himself and focusing on getting some well-deserved sleep.

The next morning the Telmarine King woke up with a groan. He had had a succession of dreams starring the Gentle Queen, her intense sapphire eyes teasing him, her supple lips red and tempting as she bit them softly- this had to stop! He shook his head, hoping to clear his mind as he muttered some curses.

"My own mind is conspiring against me" he whispered, pushing the covers aside and starting his day, hoping to drown his less-than-decent dreams in paperwork.

AN: I am looking forward to reading your thoughts on the chapter! Cheers!