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Chapter XI
After trying to ignore the strange behavior of his little sister, Peter started to discuss their previous issues:
"We have been attacked, in our own castle by eleven men trying to kill us."
"We need more information." Pointed Caspian then turned to Edmund:
"When will your spies arrive?"
"Tomorrow at the latest. But what about the prisoner? We can always get him to talk, I can do it."
"No Edmund, your ways of getting information won't work this time. They are assassins already prepared for any kind of pain, the only thing that they fear is death or their master, but none is an option as we need him alive" argued Susan.
Everyone acknowledged her opinion. They stayed silent before Annabelle spoke:
"Then why don't you make him believe he'll really die?"
"No he knows that we still have use of him." Peter disagreed.
"But with enough persuasion, he will surely believe."
"Let me do it." All were surprised by Lucy, they feared most for the assassin himself than her. She wasn't named valiant for nothing, she's very pure hearted and merciful but for those who harm her family, she can be more than cruel if needed and such was the case at the moment.
"No Lucy, you always go to….extremes." muttered Susan.
Annabelle felt shivers all around her body. She really didn't want to picture the same aged queen inflecting pain on anybody.
"That's exactly what we need." She smiled innocently.
Peter just shook his head; sometimes he was scared of his little sister.
"I'll accompany you" stated Caspian.
"If you want, just don't run off or get sick." She teased playfully
"Never my intention."
They were back to their old jokes, but everyone could see the intense expressions they gave each other. Peter, having enough, asked:
"Okay. What's going on?"
"Nothing, Caspian is just playing with fire." She answered calmly looking defiantly at the said man before leaving to do her task. The oldest turned to the same aged king:
"Is that some kind of code?"
"Maybe, but what I can say is that you have a very intriguing sister." He answered slapping his shoulder.
"Caspian, don't." the fair haired pevensie ordered.
He just shrugged and followed the youngest queen down the dungeons.
"Great! He better never lay a hand on her."
"Don't worry," assured Edmund "Lucy knows how to take care of herself."
He wasn't convinced and decided to keep a close eye on these two.
Down the torturing room, a man was tied tightly to a chair. His calm endeavor was irritating Caspian but Lucy was smiling sweetly at the criminal:
"Okay, so why did you come here?"
"Wasn't that obvious?" The questioned grunted.
"Oh yes, forgive me, you tried to kill us, any other reason?"
"None that I could think of sweetie."
Lucy smacked him hard on the face that made him loose focus for a while, and it would probably bruise, he spit the blood that gathered in his mouth. As of Caspian, One could say that his mouth was on the floor. The valiant queen's expression turned cold as she leaned down and hissed at the murderer:
"First you'll show me some respect."
The man just smirked showing his yellow teeth.
"Of course, my lady."
"Much better." Her smile returned and that only made her fellow king more worried. "You're obviously Calormene and strangely we're at war with that same country, one could find it really suspicious don't you think?" the man's face was as cold as ever, she continued "Why would they send assassins to kill us if they could do it themselves on the battlefield? After all we're just mere barbarians. And the Tisroc proves being a coward by using such means."
"My master's no coward." The dark skinned man glared at her.
Lucy smiled mischievously:
"Now you're cooperating." His face showed confusion.
"You just admitted who your master is."
The man felt nervous for the first. Caspian was…. No words could describe his awe for Lucy at that moment, so he just stood there trying his best to look composed.
The queen continued:
"Well you see, from my deduction, the Tisroc sent you knowing very well that you'll get caught, you're nothing but a mere tool to threaten us but cheer up I've got some good news too, YOUR master trusted your loyalty and therefore knew that you will never betray him, SO THAT's what leads me to think that you know exactly what he has in mind. Would you care to tell me please?" she asked very politely.
The man stayed silent and Lucy got the message.
"Very well, Caspian, the sharpest blade please. Oh and be prepared, it will not be pretty." He just nodded and handed her the torturing tool.
Screams could be heard all the way to the throne room, the three royals and Annabelle winced and were very glad they weren't in the criminal's skin.
The bloodied man panted, his eyesight was blurry as he was losing too much blood.
The young queen smiled wiping her hands and asked him again:
"What are your plans? Why are you burning villages when you could directly take on our castle?"
Again the man didn't answer. Lucy turned to the telmarine king:
"Caspian, I've got an idea. This poor man here must be feeling very homesick, why don't we just send him to the Tisroc? He will be very glad to see him don't you think?"
Caspian knew the fate of the man if he returned to Calorman failing at his task. Not only death but also more than a year worth of torture awaited him. He could hear the assassin gulping, terrified at the very idea, but managed to mutter:
"Y-You wouldn't, Y-You still need me anyway." Lucy just shrugged:
"Not really, you're not of any use anyway. And death would be too easy."
He finally looked scared of the valiant queen, who was still smiling very innocently, but to him it was a devil's smile rather than an angel's. He nodded and answered:
"He wanted to damage your resources and army."
"As we predicted, why did he send you apart from killing us?"
"He wanted information, he's planning something."
"What is it?" he averted his eyes:
"I-I don't know." Lucy suddenly raised her voice and only that made the man tremble:
"I said WHAT IS IT?"
"H-He's planning an attack on Cair Paravel."
"Finally he's decided, when?"
"I-I don't know exactly but they are already preparing."
"Well thank you, you're free to go now." The man looked astonished.
"R-Really?"
"Yes but first go to the healers, they will cure your injuries."
"W-Why? I tried to harm you."
"Doesn't matter, everyone can mend, and you will, no more stealing, killing, anything opposite to Aslan's principals, or else you're going to be on my bad side, you're also banished from Narnia, if you step another foot here you'll be executed, you're free to go to the Lone Islands, ask Lord Bern for a noble job and he'll gladly help you." She ordered solemnly.
The man felt relief for the first time in many years.
"Thank you, your majesty, thank you."
"Now you're showing respect, guards show him the way." Lucy sighed after everyone cleared the room before turning around to see a frozen Caspian:
"What?"
"Nothing, I'm glad I'm not your enemy." She smiled seductively and drove Caspian into a corner.
"Well you're certainly not." She teased before kissing him with great passion; she pressed their bodies close as not even wind could get in between them. Their lips moved in perfect synchronization before he asked for entrance and she accepted by pulling her lips apart. She moaned as he was exploring her mouth. Caspian's hand went from her waist to her hips and Lucy's were tucking on his tunic. They pulled apart gasping for air.
"Goodnight Caspian." She whispered in his ears before giving his neck a sweet kiss, then left behind a very confused Caspian.
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