Brothers of Betrayal

by DreadPirateRoberts94

So this is how it ends? A tyrant's rule...a vain ambition...a bloody betrayal?" So were the dying words of Caspian the Ninth. The treachery of Miraz led to his downfall. Book-verse. Rated K for violence. My first fanfic. Enjoy!

15. Chapter 14

Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia.

Author's Note: Here's just a short chapter making ends meet, and showing how petty Miraz's wedding is. He is now officially on the road to his betrayal. Enjoy!

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Chapter 14 ~ Wed

Miraz was wed with no audience except Elizabeth, who stood beside Prunaprismia who waited at the altar. The hall was dark as he entered, lit only by a small iron chandelier that dangled overhead. Prunaprismia glowed even in the scant light. Her black hair was stark against the long veil that concealed her face. By the look of sorrow in her eyes it was as if she were mourning. Her gown was of linen and white with small roses. Though it was a wedding and was supposed to be joyful, both of them looked upon each other with stony faces.

Miraz approached the altar slowly, keeping his gaze with Prunaprismia, trying to find a reason to love her to make the rest of his life seem less doom-laden than it was going to be. He was marrying a barbarian. That would either cause peace among the two nations or even more conflict—Miraz was sure that it would be more conflict. There would always be bad blood between the Telmarines and the barbarians—wedding or no. As he had heard many people say, "There is no peace with the barbarians."

He walked up the stairs and turned to face her. There was a burning silence, doused only by the small sound of the flickering candles. Prunaprismia's eyes glistened in the light and Miraz almost thought she was crying, but behind the veil it was incoherent whether she was or not.

"I have the rings." Elizabeth said quietly. She gave one to Prunaprismia and the other to Miraz.

Miraz took Prunaprismia's left hand in his. It was cold and stiff, unwelcoming towards his touch. He slipped the ring onto her finger gently, and said, rather shakily:

"Forever will you be my wife."

Prunaprismia did the same as he had done when his hand receded, pushing the ring rather malevolently onto his finger, meeting his eyes with a fiery glare and saying:

"Forever will you be my husband."

Miraz folded back her veil and leaned forward to give her an awkward kiss. He felt her push away and replied to it by obeying her.

"We now are wed…forever."

TO BE CONTINUED