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Caspian's POV

Meetings with the Council have never been a good thing. I had been called to meet with the Council over my leadership abilities again. This is probably another long argument about why I'm not married yet. How many times do I have to tell them that I don't want to marry Lillandil! Yes, she is beautiful but she is also a snob. She is very self entitled and thinks that just because she is beautiful she can get whatever she wants. I don't want that. Well, here I go.

"King Caspian."

"Honorable Coriakin." I said. Hopefully I didn't use too much sarcasm.

"Gentlemen, please be seated. We have much to discuss." Coriakin said and many of the men in the room nodded. I was the last to sit down."Caspian, it has come to our attention that you still refuse to take a wife this worries us. Your uncle had a wife by this age as did your father."

"You forget gentlemen, that both of these men are also dead." I said,

"What is your point Caspian?" Coriakin asked.

"What does being married have to do with my leadership abilities?" I asked.

"It promotes you in the public image. You have someone to advise you in many of your major decisions." He said.

"Don't all of you already do that for me?" I asked.

"Yes we do, but there is one thing that we cannot do." He said and I knew exactly what he was going to say next. "We cannot give you an heir."

"Well, Council hear is the problem. I am not inclined to produce an heir with a woman I do not love. Where does that leave us?" I said. An awkward silence enveloped the room. Then suddenly Trumpkin stood up. I began to be worried.

"That leaves us with a proposition gentlemen. I say we give Caspian a set time limit in which he can find a bride of his choosing. If he does not find a bride in the correct time frame he marries who we pick. What do you say?"

"I have one question Trumpkin." I said.

"What is it your Highness?" He asked.

"How much time do I get?" I asked. This time Coriakin stood up.

"Three weeks." He said and nobody over ruled him. Great there is no way I can fall in love in three weeks. Then again that is probably the point.

"Very well then, meeting dismissed. See you later gentlemen." Then the weirdest thing happened. I heard an all too familiar voice say, "O this I going to be fun."

Author's Note: Next Chapter will be longer, I promise. Please review and see if you can guess who the voice is.