Alright guys...come on. Annebelle isn't a bitch...and she isn't using Edmund. She actually likes him. I don't write in her POV at all, so don't say that she isn't upset over Andrew...cause you don't know. I assure you she is, and you will see that in this chapter. So calm down(: I like Annebelle...I did make her up after all(:

So I've decided to write the story about Lucy and Caspian in Prince Caspian after I finish this one. Naturally, it'll be named Prince Caspian: My Version, so it'll be easy to spot if you've read this story. Idk if it'll be under romance, cause Lucy and Caspian won't be having any of those moments in it, but I am gonna have Caspian and Susan moments, so maybe it'll be under Friendship/Romance. Anyways...look out for it!

For those of you who don't like Annebelle, you'll certainly love Caspian in this chapter.

Chapter 28

CASPIAN'S POV

Caspian had washed and prepared for the day and was now making a brisk walk to Annebelle's room. He needed to have a little talk with her. Lucy had distracted him the day he had wanted to give her a piece of his mind, but Lucy couldn't stop him now. Stopping in front of her door, Caspian knocked on it roughly a few times.

"Come in!" He heard her call in a much too happy voice. He walked in, seeing her merrily brushing her hair as she finished getting ready. When her eyes met his angry ones, however, they widened in surprise and fear. She jumped out of her vanity chair, and gave him a short bow.

"Your majesty," she addressed him in barely a whisper, her voice slightly shaky.

"Save it, Annebelle. I know what you did," at his words, Annebelle stuttered for a second before clasping her hands together, wringing her fingers around nervously.

"Lucy told you I'm with King Edmund?" She asked meekly, eyeing him cautiously. Caspian's jaw dropped, he hadn't been expecting that.

"No. I meant I know that you put your filthy hand on my fiance," he saw the flash of hurt in her eyes as he said the last word. She caught herself quickly though, and smiled.

"You're engaged? How wonderful!"

"Never mind that. I can't believe you'd forget about Andrew so easily. Now you're whoring around with Edmund?" Annebelle gasped, crossing her arms over her chest and her eyes started to water.

"I haven't forgotten him," she whispered. He shot her a glare.

"One would think differently. I can assure you if I found Lucy dead in a pool of blood, I wouldn't be shagging the first chambermaid I see," Annebelle whimpered as her tears fell more freely.

"It's not like that. And I'm not a whore."

"Yes you are! Andrew loved you! How dare you be so unfaithful?"

"I'm not being unfaithful! I never even looked at another man while he was alive!"

"That's just it! We just buried him, and you've already hopped in the sack with another man? I've known you were a whore from the moment you kissed me all those years ago!" Caspian normally would have felt guilt or sympathy, but she had gone too far this time. Annebelle put a hand to her mouth to stiffle her sob.

"That isn't true! And I didn't hop in the sack with Edmund, we've only kissed..."

"And would you care to explain to me why there is a bruise on the side of Lucy's face? How dare you touch her!"

"Here we go again! Lucy Lucy Lucy!"

"Of course I care about Lucy! I love her! I know that's a foreign concept to you, loving your betrothed."

"STOP IT! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!" Caspian grabbed her arms roughly, shoving her against the wall as he towered over her.

"Don't you raise your voice to me. You will learn your place. You are no longer Lucy's lady's maid, you'll do the chores the normal servants do. If Edmund really wishes to be with you, than so be it. But if you ever touch Lucy again, you'll be out on the street. You're lucky I don't believe in beating workers, or you would've gotten a million times what you gave to Lucy." He released her, giving her one last glare before turning his back on her and walking out the door, seeing a few worried looks of people who had heard the fight from outside. He ignored them, turning to walk away, when he came face to face with Edmund. He was fuming.

"That was not necessary." The younger king started, taking a step forward to get into Caspian's face. Caspian sighed.

"Yes it was. If you think it's alright for her to hit your sister, than it certainly is surprising. I always thought you and Peter were more caring than that," after he finished, Caspian made to walk away, but was halted by Edmund's rough yank of his arm.

"I never said it was okay. I told Annebelle that. But it also isn't okay for you to be treating a young lady like that. Lucy tells me you two are to be married. What will happen when Lucy makes you angry?" Caspian's eyes widened as he took a step forward.

"Lucy doesn't make me angry," he growled. But you are right now.

"Oh she will. Believe me. She may look like an angel but that girl will have your blood boiling. I can guarantee it. So how are you going to handle it? Are you going to scream in her face? Or just hit her? Cause if I found out you've hit my sister.." Caspian rose a hand to stop him.

"Did I hit Annebelle? No. I've never hit a servant. So get your facts straight before you go accusing people. And no, I wouldn't do either of those things. If Lucy was really making me that mad, I'd walk away. I'd go calm down before I did something stupid and then go make things right with her after. But I seriously doubt Lucy will ever do anything half as bad as that girl. Her fiance has just been buried, and she's already with you. After she hit Lucy and blamed Andrew's death on her. She's crazy." Edmund shook his head in frustration, looking around and shooing the people who were watching them intently, before turning back to Caspian.

"She feels horrible for what she did to Lucy, and she would apologize if you let her get within ten feet of her. She knows it was wrong to blame Lucy, but she did it because she was upset and needed a reason. It all happened so suddenly, she wanted someone to blame. Annebelle isn't crazy. She is upset. She tells me all the time. She does cry over Andrew. She does feel guilty for being with me. But she's happy. And so am I. You two used to be friends, you'd think you would be happy for her." Caspian sighed. There was no getting through to him.

"Well we aren't friends anymore. Not after striking Lucy." Edmund threw his hands in the air.

"Caspian! Come on! You'd get angry with a rock if Lucy tripped over it and scraped her knee," Caspian only glared at him for the comment, but didn't respond. "Which shows me you'll take care of her as a husband. But can't you just apologize to Annebelle?" Caspian thought about it for a moment.

"No." Edmund sighed.

"Whatever, just leave her alone then. Anyways, this whole proposal to Lucy seems rushed. Wasn't the whole reason we had to attack Nain because you wouldn't marry her because she was too young? What has changed since then?"

"You know Nain had to be taken down regardless. Nothing has changed. I love Lucy, and we would have been married eventually no matter what. I don't see a point in putting it off, I want to be her husband." Caspian rose his eyebrows as Edmund's eyes turned to slits.

"You aren't just doing this for the wedding night?" Caspian's eyes widened at his accusation.

"Of course not!" Edmund let it go, sighing.

"Speaking of which, Caspian, there is something you should know-"

"I already know. About Gerald and what he did to Lucy. I know about Susan and the baby. I know everything." Edmund nodded and shuffled his feet nervously.

"Good then. Just, be good to her. If I find out any differently, you'll be sorry." Caspian nodded, averting his gaze awkwardly. Silence filled the air before Edmund walked away without a goodbye.

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A few hours passed in which Caspian met with his advisors and told them the news. Naturally, they were thrilled, and started making arrangements to have the ceremony in a few days time. He also took out his mother's engagement ring, which he had been saving for whomever he were to marry, and pocketed it to give to Lucy, before leaving to search for her. Not finding her in her bedroom or Edmund's room, he made for the garden. When she wasn't there, worry started to creep into his mind. He shook his head, telling himself not to be ridiculous, and that she was probably with Aslan somewhere. The lion had been lingering around the castle since Drinian and David arrived, so that he could be there for Edmund and Lucy through the rough time. Finally, after turning a corner, he found her walking his way down the long corridor. He smiled warmly, speeding up to go greet her when she took him by surprise, shooting him a glare and turning around swiftly, heading in the opposite direction.

"Lucy?" He called, confused, picking up his pace to catch up with her. She looked over her shoulder, giving him a mean look before turning her back on him again. Out of nowhere she broke into a run, heading into a random room she found and slamming the door behind her. Caspian huffed in frustration before knocking on the stone door.

"Would you mind telling me what is going on?" He asked, leaning against the door frame.

"Go. Away."

"No." He jumped when Lucy banged on the door from the inside out of anger. "Lucy!" He hissed. "What's gotten into you?"

"I'm angry with you."

"I can see that."

"Then you heard me when I told you to go away. I don't want to see you right now," her words stung him, but he growled anyway and banged on the door once more.

"Lucy Pevensie, as King of Narnia, I demand that you open this door at once!"

"And as High Queen of Narnia, I demand that you shut up!"

"I will not! Open the door and tell me what I did wrong!" He jumped once more as the door flew open and he caught sight of her. Her face was flushed with her rage and her hair swayed around her face. Caspian smirked, she was rather cute when she was angry. She pointed a finger at him accusingly.

"Don't you grin at me! This isn't funny!" He sighed, before walking past her into the room. She shut the door once more before turning to face him again.

"What isn't funny?" He asked, sitting down on a sofa that he found and waiting for her answer.

"How horrible you were to Annebelle!" Her answer made him groan. This is about that tramp? He shook his head and stood up, making his way towards her. Lucy thought he was going to reach out to take pull her to him, but he really was just standing his ground.

"She is horrible, Lucy. I don't see why you aren't angry at her instead of me. Not only did she strike you, but now she's taking advantage of your brother. Her fiance just got murdered, Lucy, and she's acting like a first class whore. She obviously doesn't really know how to be in a real relationship," Lucy stomped her foot and stepped closer to him, craning her neck to look at him properly.

"Neither do you! Or you would have remembered that I told you to be nice to her because of what she is going through!"

"If she was really in "mourning" she wouldn't be acting this way!" Lucy stomped her foot again before turning her back on him, her hair whipping him in the face. She stormed over to the sofa and plopped down on it, crossing her arms across her chest in annoyance. Caspian stood there for a moment, not sure what to do. He wanted nothing more than to wrap her up in his arms and kiss her until her anger was replaced with passion, but he knew better. Getting too close to Lucy when she was this fuming was just asking to be smacked.

"You yelled at her? And called her a whore?" She asked him unbelievably, her eyes remaining on the ground.

"Andrew was my friend, Lucy. Would you not be angry?"

"But Annebelle is your friend too. You're one of her only friends. And now she thinks you hate her, and she's afraid of you!" Caspian stopped, his eyes widening.

"She's what?"

"Afraid. Of you. You slammed her into the wall! And yelled in her face! I'd be scared too!" His gaze softened.

"I'd never do that to you..."

"I know that! But were not talking about me! If you ask me, you treated Annebelle just like your uncle would have." Caspian's breath caught up in his throat. He waited for Lucy to apologize but she never did, she only glared at him, showing him that she truly meant what she said. His legs shook as he walked over to her, sitting beside her on the sofa but not touching her. He had a lump in his throat that he couldn't swallow, and his head suddenly was aching. I'm nothing like Miraz, am I? He put his head in his hands and rested his elbows on his knees, not wanting to look at his fiance. He felt her shift beside him, and he thought that she had gotten up, not wanting to be near him. He was taken by surprise when he felt her soft hands pull his hands from his face, grasping them lightly. He opened his eyes to see her kneeling in front of him, her hazel eyes wide with sadness.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, squeezing his hands.

"You were right, though," he choked out. "Bella's really scared of me?" Lucy nodded slowly but gave him a watery smile.

"You called her Bella," she told him. He pushed his eyebrows together.

"I always call her that," Lucy shook her head.

"You've been saying Annebelle since she hit me. Because you were angry," she pulled one of her hands from his, putting it to his cheek and stroking his skin with her thumb. Caspian nodded, pulling at the hand that still held his.

"Come here," he whispered. She looked confused. "Please," he stuttered, pulling her again. She nodded, letting him draw her to sit in his lap. His arms went around her waist, holding her tightly. Lucy let one arm rest around his shoulders and used the other hand to stroke his cheek. He leaned forward and kissed the bruise on the side of her face. "I just don't like anything hurting you. And it seemed like she was betraying Andrew."

"She isn't," Lucy answered, kissing his forehead. "I promise," she moved to rest her head on his shoulder. Silence filled the air for a few moments, giving Caspian time to think.

"I'll talk with her," he promised, pulling her closer. He felt her smile into his skin before she kissed his neck sweetly. Caspian then remembered why he had wanted to see her. "Do you want your ring?" He smiled warmly when her head popped up and her eyes widened with excitement. She nodded, biting her lip nervously. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his mother's ring. Lucy gasped.

"It's beautiful," she whispered. It was, a simple golden band with a princess cut diamond. His mother had always preferred simple, and he knew his Lucy would as well.

"It was my mother's," he told her as he slid it onto her finger. "I'm sure she is thrilled with the beautiful girl I've found to wear it." He chuckled when Lucy threw her arms around his neck, showering his cheek with butterfly kisses.

"Oh thank you!" He drew her back and captured her lips in a tender kiss, his hand still resting on hers and he could feel the ring on her finger, and he loved the feeling of it there. He pulled away and heard her sigh. He spoke against her lips.

"I love you so much, Lucy-love," she giggled and pecked his lips once more, returning his words. "Oh and about this morning. You said you wanted to be married soon? How does two days from now sound?" Lucy gasped and a beautiful smile broke across her face as she nodded frantically and bobbed up and down in his lap, making him roar with laughter. "I guess that's a yes," he chuckled, hugging her closer and kissing her cheek.

Only two more chapters! Don't worry! We will get one final glance of the Pevensie's in England, who will get an unexpected lovely surprise! Caspian will apologize to Annebelle and then he will marry Lucy! And then they will have their wedding night which I'm sure you are looking forward to! Thanks for reading!