A/N: Sorry for the long update guys. I've just been really busy with school and theater practice and friends. I know you don't care about all that, but I'm telling you anyways. Thanks for all reviews, alerts, and favorites. I know you want to get on to the story, so here we go. Enjoy!

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Summary: Peter Pevensie is given a month to figure out his feelings for a certain Telmarine prince. Will he come forward or will his fear of rejection keep him from doing so?

Chapter 2: Realizations

The centaurs raised their swords, forming an arch over the path that lead down into the cave. The Pevensies stopped, trying to take it all in. Peter looked at Lucy and saw joy in her eyes. It had been a while since he last saw her like that. When he thought about it, he hadn't seen her like that since they left Narnia. Ever since that time she hadn't been herself. She hadn't been the Lucy he knew, the talkative and always happy Lucy. He felt a lump in his throat and swallowed.

On the other side of him, Susan stood. She had also changed, he noticed. Her looks, of course, was the look of a young woman, rather than a girl, but she behaved much more like an adult. The fact that she had once been a queen had affected her greatly.

It was really true what Aslan had said; "Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen"

The same saying applied to Edmund. He was much more calmer, he were no longer the brat he had been before. Peter understood why he had been called "Edmund the just", because that is how he was. He served justice to everyone and helped where help was needed. He now looked after his siblings, even though not all of them wanted to be looked after.

Peter sighed, realizing how awful he had treated Edmund and the others. How distant he had been the last year. He felt terrible about it. He hadn't even noticed how his sisters and brother had changed. He had only been thinking of himself, feeling sorry for himself.

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Caspian walked a few paces behind the Kings and Queens as they entered the cave. His gaze were locked on Peter. He had no idea why, but he couldn't look away from the other boy. He was completely mesmerized by him.

Lost in thought, Caspian didn't see where he was going and walked straight into Peter. The blond spinned around an glared at Caspian.

"Watch where you're going," he said.

The brunet was startled by the High King's tone. He seemed really irritated, almost angry. All Caspian had done was bump into him and now he looked like he wanted to beat the shit out of the Telmarine prince. He clenched his hands into fists at his side and bowed his head slightly.

"I'm sorry, my king," Caspian said through gritted teeth.

Peter merely glanced at him, arrogantly, before stalking down the corridor leading to the room with the stone table. Caspian sighed. He didn't understand what the High King had against him. A hand on his shoulder made him realise he wasn't alone, like he thought.

"Don't mind him," Susan said gently, walking past Caspian. She turned to him with a smile on her lips and gestured for him to follow her. "We shouldn't keep Peter waiting,"

He forced a smile and hesitantly followed her.

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Voices were heard through the opening... Caspian recognized Reepicheep's chivalrous voice mixed with Glenstorm's deep one. The minoutaurs and centaurs snorted in agreement or disagreement, Caspian did not know. He heard Lucy's soft voice, thick with fear, begging for an other solution.

Caspian swallowed with great difficulty. He felt horrible for putting his people and, most importantly, his friends in danger. This was all his fault. All the pain and sorrow his people would have to suffer was because of him.

Truffelhunter was constantly telling him that every Narnian were pleased with his arrival and that they would do anything to help him get his throne and their land back. They trusted him as their leader.

Caspian tried his best to have faith, but that was easier said than done. At least until this morning. Now that the "Kings and Queens of Old" had return and offered him their help, he looked at the battle to come a little more optimistically. He didn't feel so lonely anymore. He felt more confident. This struck him as weird. He thought he'd be more unsure, standing side by side with the kings and queens. He thought he'd be scared of what they'd think of him and that his fear would paralyze him from doing his duties and protect his people. But what he was feeling was quite the opposite. He found himself wanting to prove that there was more to him than met the eye. He wanted to lead his people to victory. To make as few as possible of them suffer in the process. But most of all he wanted Peter to be proud of him.

"Shouldn't we listen to what Caspian has to say about all of this?" Susan's gentle voice asked the frustrated High King.

Peter gave his sister a dark look before he turned to Caspian. "What do you think?" He snapped and crossed his arms.

Caspian's mind went blank. The sight in front of him made it difficult to think; Peter's ice blue eyes, his beautiful blonde hair and amazing body.

"Well?" Peter said impatiently. "Eh," Caspian stalled, desperately trying to think of something to say.

"Our only hope is to strike them before they strike us," the blonde interrupted the brunet's thoughts, or rather his lack of thoughts at the moment.

"But that's crazy, no one has ever taken that castle," Caspian replied as he regained his brain function.

"There's always a first time," Peter said and shrugged. The prince couldn't help but getting distracted by the other male's eyes yet again. He did not what it was, but something just made him want to look into those eyes all day long. Caspian felt like he could see the High King's soul in them. He could easily distinguish every emotion, but there was something he could not quite place.

The conversation envolved into a big argument. It seemed like every person had a different idea of what they should do. But the decision was eventually made, and they chose, much to Caspian's dismay, to go with Peter's plan. To raid the castle.

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Peter was furious. He walked towards the cave entrance with angry steps. He didn't want to look at the people waiting for him there. How could he possibly tell them he had made the wrong decision and led their husbands, fathers and sons into a certain death. There was no way he would ever admit to his mistake.

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Lucy ran towards the returning raiders. She couldn't believe so few of them were coming back. She fought back the tears, trying to be strong. After all, she hadn't lost the most important people in her life, the people she loved the most.

"What happened?" she asked her oldest brother. She was surprised to see tears in his eyes. Peter wasn't the person who cried often; Lucy could count the times she'd seen him cry on one hand.

Peter gritted his teeth, deciding what to tell her. "Ask him!" he said and turned around, pointing a finger accusingly at Caspian.

The High King could vaguely hear his sister's warning, but he didn't care.

"Me?" Caspian asked, puzzled. "You could have called it off, there was still time."

"No, there wasn't thanks to you. If you'd kept to the plan, those soldiers might be alive now," the blonde answered, his voice nearly breaking.

"And if you'd just stay here like I suggested, they definitely would be," Caspian raised his voice. He didn't understand why Peter suddenly blamed it all on him. Yes, he might not have done exactly what he was told to, but he was not the reason for all the lost lives.

"You called us, remember," Peter replied, his voice a little softer.

"My first mistake." The prince's voice was cold as ice. If Peter was going to play mean, so could he.

"No, your first mistake was to think you could lead these people," Peter said and turned around, heading for the cave. Somehow he felt bad for saying that. He didn't think he had any reason to, but he still did.

"I am not the one who abandoned Narnia." He knew it wasn't right of him to say that. He knew they didn't mean to leave Narnia, Susan had told him everything. But it was the only thing he could think of that would really hurt the High King.

And apparently it worked because the blonde drew his sword. The brunet easily drew his own sword, but Peter didn't even attempt to strike, he just stopped in his tracks. He swallowed thickly as he looked at the other male.

Suddenly he didn't want to fight with the Prince anymore. He didn't want to hurt him physically or with mean words. He couldn't understand where this feeling came from. The feeling of butterflies in his stomach every time he laid eyes on the Telmarine. His heart speeding up every time they bumped into each other.

But now it was worse than it had ever been. The only thing he wanted to do was kissing him. To tangle his fingers into the Prince's thick, gorgeous hair. To explore every

inch of the brunet's muscular body. Hear him moan the High King's name as he came.

Peter shook his head. Where were these thoughts coming from. These wrong thoughts.

He glanced one last time at Caspian before he strolled of into the cave.

A/N: That's it. Sorry again for the long wait. I hoped you liked it, and I'll try to be faster with the updates, but I can't promise anything. I will probably be as slow as usual...

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