Caspian walks through the halls of the castle, eyes looking about urgently. Rumors had reached him of the conspiring against the crown and against the Narnians. He would believe them true, he had to for the safety of himself and those under his care. Running a hand through his brunette hair and heaving a sigh, he just didn't know what to do about them. How is he to settle those that are hearing these rumors.

What would happen if he made it look like he was banishing the Narnians back to the forests? No, that would be too obvious and place them in danger of being hunted. If all of this is true anyways, they would be hunted within the homes of the city. Caspian growls in frustration as questions run through his mind. The turmoil at hand would only unfurl more and become harder to contain if he did not work fast. He needs to call council with his Narnian friends, now!

"Edwen! Call a meeting with the Narnian council." Caspian looks to a man that is passing him, reaching to grasp the man's shoulder. "And be quiet about it, my friend, we could have spies within the walls."

The man merely nods in understanding and races off down the hall. Caspian watches the man walk away and gives a grave look. He didn't know who to trust within his ranks anymore, because when there is a war or uprising there are always spies among those in the castle. He learned to always expect things like this. He needed to keep his guard up and keep those enemies closest. He would watch those within his halls, cast judgment when he deemed it ready.

He finally begins to make his way to the council hall, thinking he needs to find a new place to hold council with his Narnian friends. He would have to make several changes in his home, in the city to keep track of those in the borders. He would try to subdue that which would cast shadow upon the happiness of his people and those he calls friends. He only wishes he has the wisdom of the four, especially the touch and guidance of that one he had fallen for.

"Susan..." He mutters softly, shaking his head upon opening the double doors of the council room. He needs to clear his mind of all things, except the danger before them.

There stands those that had helped him through the prior war with his kingdom, helped him to gain it back. He moves forward, closing the doors after him and making sure they were shut tight. He moves around the table, looking to all about him before he starts to speak to them. He tells of the rumors he has heard and his concerns upon the supposed truth of these rumors.

"If this is all true, then what are we to do, Majesty?" A centaur speaks first, watching Caspain walk around with dark eyes. "Are we to determine that we might just lose our homes once more? Be cut down and hunted like animals!?"

The centaur's hand had smacked down with this last accusation. Caspian can only sigh with the words his friend had spoken. These were things that could come to pass. He now moves to the table, straight across from the centaur. He cups the edge of the table in the palms of his hands and leans his weight upon it.

"This is what COULD happen, my friend. But," He raises a hand, index pointing up to ask for him to explain a moment. "we need to find a way so this does not come true. We must move and subdue the enemy before they have a chance to even move. We need to find our own allies within the walls of the city and send our own spies. We must find a new place to meet, as meeting this way causes danger for us all. I will tell you now the two main objectives for these rioters is my throne and your lives."

Caspian had once more begun walking about the table, looking to the walls as if trying to find some kind of peek hole. He knew his castle well, exploring it as much as possible in his free time to find any hidden passages. He had the help of his teacher, but sadly he had to admit that he did not know all the secrets within the walls of the castle. He then looks back to his friends, his council of Narnians, and has them stand.

"Shall we disperse now and find ourselves a new secret place?" He leans in close then. "Meet within the woods and bring Susan's horn. I feel we will need it sooner than I would like, my friends. We need their wisdom to make this all work out. And pray to Aslan that we know what we are doing. Pray for guidance and courage to make it to a triumph that very well might just end in war."

They all look to each other then, eyes wide, and can only nod in agreement. The Narnians all move out of the room quietly, seeming to be stuck in their own thoughts now. Though, they all have their senses alert with hands upon weapons. Eyes looking about to all about them. They would trust only each other and their families for now. It was the only thing that could be done now.