A/N: Wow, it seems like it's been forever since I've done an update. I apologize. I had a lot of stuff going on and fanfics just weren't happening. But I'm home for break now, so the chapters will come out more often. So, here's chapter 20 of The Lost King. Hope you like it.

Chapter 20-Unforseeable Consequences

That night, Susan confronted Peter after dinner. Peter was a little surprised and when Caspian stood in the doorframe waiting for Peter, the eldest Pevensie told him he'd be with him in a few minutes. Caspian then retreated to the library.

"What is it, Sue?" Peter asked.

"Peter, when I came home, I noticed that Lucy looked drained. She was asleep when I went up to the room. I asked her where Caspian was, but she said she didn't know. I know he was here when we left to go to school, but he wasn't here when I got home."

Peter was trying not to show any subtle notion that he knew what Caspian was doing, but it was getting harder as Susan went on.

"Peter, if I can't hold Caspian responsible for taking care of Lucy, then I'll have to take a few days out of school to make sure she's okay. I can't afford to let him be here if he's not going to be of any help. You will tell him, right?"

"Er, sure." Peter said.

"Okay. Because really, if he's staying here, I'd rather he watched over Lucy than go out sightseeing."

"Who's to say he went sightseeing?" Peter demanded.

Susan stared at him oddly as she said, "No one. I'm just saying, if he were going to do anything, I'd rather he look after Lucy."

"Right." Peter said. "I'll let him know."

"Thank you." Susan told him. She then exited the kitchen. Peter heard her feet go up the stairs and he cursed lightly. Of course. Lucy was in that condition on account of himself. He convinced Caspian to go to Hyde Park with him. He had done that to be with him and didn't think for a moment that Lucy would need something. He had been selfish and unthinking and now Caspian was to blame for Lucy's poor condition. In his anger and frustration at himself, Peter knocked over a glass of water which shattered on the floor. At hearing the noise, Caspian came up behind him.

"Peter, what is—?"

"It's nothing!" Peter cried, kicking the table leg. "Nothing at all."

Soon, he heard other concerned voices from upstairs. Edmund came down to see what all the yelling was about.

"Pete? You okay?" He asked as he came in the doorframe behind Caspian.

"Yes, just…go back upstairs. I'm fine." Peter told him, still trying to calm down.

Edmund left the two men uncertainly and upon hearing his brother leaving, Peter whispered for Caspian to close the door to the kitchen. Caspian did and then turned to look at the blond.

"Peter? What's wrong?"

Peter could tell he was starting to tear up now and averted his gaze from the Telmarine prince in shame. He then changed the subject as he said, "We ought to clean this up."

Peter didn't look at Caspian as he gathered up the glass shards he had broken and threw them away. After most of the glass was picked up, he still didn't look at Caspian. He was staring at the table, his fists on either side of the wooden surface. He could see the prince coming toward him out of the corner of his eye and didn't brush him off. He wanted Caspian, but at the same time was so angry at himself that he didn't think he could do anything romantic at the moment. Caspian touched the blond man's hand lightly and stroked it, smoothing out the tense spots in his fist so that his hand gradually loosened out of its tight hold and lay flat on the table. Peter decided to finally regard the prince and as he did, he saw that Caspian was crying as well. For what reason, Peter didn't understand though.

"Caspian…"

"I'm sorry, Peter." Caspian told him. "I'm sorry that I left your sister. It was wrong of me and I apologize. It will not happen again."

"You fool." Peter uttered, "it's not your fault. I was the one who dragged you to the blasted park. If I hadn't come home, none of this would have happened. I should have just stayed in school."

"Peter, don't say such idiotic things."

"What's so idiotic about saying I should have stayed in school?" Peter asked him.

Caspian ignored his question as he said, placing both hands on Peter's face, "I do not regret spending the day with you. I do regret not being here when Lucy needed me, but I cannot say that I'm terribly unhappy at the same time. Perhaps this makes me wicked, but then again, perhaps not."

Peter was silent as Caspian leaned in closely, brushing his nose against Peter's lips. The blond couldn't hold it in any longer. He lifted Caspian's chin and took hold of his lips, not pausing to slip his tongue into Caspian's mouth. The prince presented his tongue as well and it felt so good to have this moment with the one he loved. It wasn't until Peter heard something smash to the floor that his heart leapt. He quickly unhinged his mouth from Caspian's as he saw the open door and a tray with a smashed bowl and the remainder of soup spilling over it. He didn't dare glance up to see who it was because he knew fairly well who had walked in. The one thing he was thankful for was that it wasn't Edmund.