A/N - The Story Rating has been upped to M - please can all readers make note of this and continue at your own discretion.

Unfortunately due to a long standing injury which has now gotten much worse (repetitive stain injury in my wrist) my writing is even more affected then normal, most of this story is written so uploads is only affected by my time issues. The potential follow up story will however be affected so writing will be so for the foreseeable future. Sorry... blame my wrist!

Really wishing I could nip into Narnia now but alas, I don't own Narnia so can't just wander in as I please...
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Warning to readers – I didn't mean for there to be anything overtly nasty in this story however this chapter does include a small amount of content a more adult nature. There is very little detail about what precisely is going on and it is only a very short section. I have upped the rating to M because of this, please read on at your own risk.

Chapter 15 – Part of the Plan

Harriot watched as Ariadne was attacked and dragged into the throne room. Her arrows and bow were immediately confiscated but as he'd hoped they done no more than take a quick glance over her body to look for other weapons, missing the dagger concealed in her boot. He winced as she was backhanded across the face and marched towards the Lord Commander.

He waited two full, agonisingly slow minutes before emerging from his hiding place with his three comrades, buckling the Kings sword around his waist. Now all they had to do was find some more help before freeing the King and Ariadne.

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I glared at the Lord Commader as I was thrown to the floor in front of him. I could see the King lying on the floor behind him making no effort to move, simply looking at me with sad, tired eyes.

"Ah, you decided to join our little party then. Tell me Archer, who are you really? We never had a chance to get properly acquainted before, did we?"

"I fight for Aslan and King Caspian. You have no right to the throne!" I hissed as I pushed myself onto my knees, gaining me a second powerful slap which knocked me back to the floor. Pushing myself upright again I spat the blood that now filled my mouth onto the Lord Commander's boots.

"Insolent girl! You will be taught some manners!" He looked towards a nearby guard and nodded. My hands were pulled roughly behind my back and bound tightly with a length of cloth. "I suggest you watch your mouth, the only person willing to protect you from all of these deprived men isn't feeling up to much right now." He smirked, gesturing behind him to Caspian who, despite his injuries was pushing himself upright in response to the threat.

I bit back my retort, we hadn't anticipated the Lord Commander would sink to such lows.

"That's much better." He smiled, as if he'd been reprimanding a small child for not saying please and thank you. He turned back to Caspian, still smiling, "She's a fast learner, much faster than you your Majesty. Since we now have both of you now, I guess we can finish with this charade." He unsheathed his sword slowly, drawing out the moment.

"Don't you dare touch him!" I spat at him, not thinking about the consequences.

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Reaching the cells below the castle Harriot found only five men able to help him rescue the King, apparently prisoners was not something the Lord Commander cared for. Leaving the dead and badly wounded behind he hoped that his other men had been more successful in their hunt for extra man power.

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'I will not cry, I was not going to cry.' I told myself over and over, repeating the mantra in my head. There was nothing these men could do to me that truly mattered. I winced as the Lord Commanders man grabbed my hair, forcing me to face him from my position on my knees in front of him. Lowering his trousers slightly he smiled maliciously at me before forcing himself towards my expressionless face.

Looking out of the corner of my eyes I could see the king watching, his expression unreadable as the Lord Commander's men stood on either side of the proud figure making sure that he would not look away.

Once three man had satisfied themselves the Lord Commander stepped forwards, raising his hand. "I think that will do for now, perhaps we'll use her again later. Let her think about her actions while I consider my address to the people. "

The King and I were hoisted to our feet and marched to the centre of the room before being dropped to the floor next to each other. Our guards stood in a circle around us, seven men guarding two restrained prisoners in the middle of an empty room, the Lord Commander wasn't taking any chances.

Caspian winced as he hit the floor hard, rolling onto his side and gasping for air through his gag. I moved beside him, positioning my knees below his head. For the first time I could see just had badly injured he was. His skin was already bruising, several cuts on his face, presumably made by the Lord Commanders rings still glistened red and blood trickled slowly across his sweat slick chest from a deep wound on his right shoulder.

Looking around to check that none of the guards were looking our way I leant close to Caspian's head, my breath tickling his face as I whispered to him. "Harriot is coming, he's got a plan to get us out of this." The King looked up at me, doubt filling his eyes, doubt that changed to pride as I continued, "There's a dagger in my right boot, I can't get to it but you can. When the time comes, defend yourself and Harriot will take care of the rest. Whatever happens to me, get yourself to safety."

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Parareepit ran swiftly through the halls of the castle, diving into doorways and crevices whenever he heard footsteps approaching. If it was only one or two men he made short work of them, near silent kills, any more and he decided not to push his luck.

His first thought was to reach the King's chambers, while he highly doubted he'd find King Caspian or The Archer there it would make for the start of a trail. He looked around the mostly undisturbed room quickly, the dead man on the floor clearly indicated a struggle but there was very little furniture disturbed. The King was obviously caught off guard. He dived beneath the bed as footsteps approached from the direction he'd been headed, a group of sixteen men rushed into the room, pulling the door shut quietly behind them.