Hey everyone! So sorry for making you wait so long and for making this chapter so much shorter than the last one :/ But I think you'll like it. Enjoy!

Caspian's POV

I sat quietly in the library, studying over several maps while the professor supervised from afar. A smile crossed my lips as I thought of the many nights Angie and I had spent in this very spot.

(Scene takes place the night they found the book. Evangeline- 12, Caspian- 14)

"Caspian?" Evangeline whispered. "Do you think the professor meant it?"

It was a late night, and a large map was sprawled on the ground in front of us. Hundreds of candles encircled us. I looked up to see her dark eyes watching me intently. Had I been older I'd have thought her quite beautiful.

"Meant what, Angie?"

"Teaching us about old Narnia."

"Of course."

"Oh."

The concern in her voice surprised me. I watched as she shifted to lay on her back, staring up at the expansive ceiling. She looked distraught.

I shifted myself to lay beside her.

"Come on, Angie. What's bothering you?"

She turned her head to look at me. Her eyes glistened with candlelight.

"Are we the bad guys, Caspian?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I was thinking about old Narnia. If it wasn't for us...it would still exist wouldn't it?" Her lip trembled. She looked absolutely mortified. "It's our fault they're gone. Does that make us evil?"

I gaped at her in astonishment.

"Evangeline," I sat up on my elbows. "You are a twit."

"What did you call me?!" She shot up, glaring daggers at me.

"I called you a twit."

"I am not a twit!"

"Are too." I grinned.

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too! And I'll tell you why." I shifted onto my knees, taking her hands in my own. A look of surprise crossed her face.

"Evangeline...you cannot take responsibility for the actions of our people. The Narnians were weak. If we hadn't invaded them, then someone else would have. You can't change fate, Angie...though you certainly haven't stopped trying." I smirked.

"But it was still wrong." She pouted childishly. I laughed.

"Then someday we will make things right."

"Evangeline. Caspian."

The professor stood in the doorway.

"The night is young. And I've many stories to tell."

I shared an excited glance with Evangeline, then we leapt to our feet and ran after him.

"And what is it that has you smiling so fondly, my prince?"

I jumped. The professor stood above me, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Surely not the maps?"

I smirked.

"I was just remembering the day you told us about Old Narnia."

"Ah, yes." He chuckled. "You were just as curious back then as you are now, though perhaps a bit more...rebellious. I knew it wouldn't be long before one of you found the book."

My smile faded.

Evangeline...

God, how I missed her so.

"Professor. Have you heard from her at all?"

"I'm afraid not, my prince." he replied, his eyes filled with pity.

The only way people seemed to look at me nowadays.

My heart clenched painfully.

"You think of her often."

At his words, I felt a spark of anger within me.

"Is that wrong?" I stood, challenging him.

"That I miss the girl who was my best friend for 13 years? The girl I did everything with? The girl I grew up with!"

"Caspian-"

"I know, professor! I've heard it all before!"

I turned, walking purposefully to the 'restricted' section of the library. The shelves were dusty with neglect. My hands gripped the bookcase painfully as I turned to the professor.

"I know I should stop thinking of her, and I've tried. But I've heard nothing of her, and it's killing me! I've already lost my parents. If I don't do something, I'll lose her, too."

I looked into the old man's eyes, begging, pleading.

"Please, professor. I need something."

He nodded slowly.

"I'll see what I can do."

A flicker of hope lit my heart.

XXXXX

Two weeks. Two. Weeks. And still nothing.

I sat at my bedroom desk, listening to the storm outside. It was at least a distraction. The professor kept telling me to be patient, that he would speak to Miraz, but whatever hope I'd had was faded and the emptiness had returned.

The door opened with a click and I turned my head from where it rested on my arms to see the professor enter, wet with rain. I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped my lips.

"Playing in the storm, were we professor?" I smirked.

"Ah, mock me all you want, my boy. You'll be thanking me soon enough."

He grinned knowingly. I sat up abruptly in my chair, gaping at him.

"You spoke to my uncle?" I breathed incredulously.

"I told him of your unhappiness and we came to an arrangement."

He pulled something out of his sleeve and placed it on the desk in front of me. I stopped breathing.

"You're welcome."

He exited the room.

I was left alone, staring in awe at what was in front of me.

It was a letter. And Evangeline's hand had scrawled my name on the front.

My hands frantically ripped it open, and I drank in her words like a man dying of thirst.

My Dearest Caspian,

You've no idea how many letters I've written in the past year- my God, has it been a year?- and how much I've longed to send them! So much has happened since I've been gone. I miss you more than I can possibly say. How is the professor? I'm afraid my new tutor is a mean old goat. He hits me with a book whenever I doze off in class (which, if you'll recall, is often). My God, I really do miss you. I wonder what you've been doing without me all this time. Have you kept your promise? Archenland is beautiful, but it's nothing compared to Narnia. I will confess I've tried to run away more than once, and I've yet to catch even a glimpse of the border. I wish I could see your face again. I'm always afraid I'll forget, and I'll have nothing left to hold on to. But I'll rest easy tonight knowing this letter is on it's way to you. I want you to tell me everything that's happened back at home, alright? And don't tease me and make me wait a month. I couldn't bear it. Please write back soon.

Forever yours,

Evangeline

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Evangeline,

I cannot express to you the joy I felt upon receiving your letter. It's like a half of me has been missing, and while I would give anything to see you again, the thought of your next letter will keep me content. I, too, have missed you more than I can say, and I'm not ashamed to admit that you occupy most of my thoughts. I'm afraid I have neglected the promise I gave you. But could you expect me to uphold it so easily when you were literally ripped from my arms? Things here remain much the same since you left. The professor continues our lessons, though they have lost much of the appeal they once had. Astronomy lessons are particularly lonely, but I will tell you all you've missed when next we see each other. And we will see each other soon, Angie. Of this I am certain. But the most important news is this: my aunt is pregnant. If it is a girl, there is nothing to fear, but if it is a boy...I'm afraid you were right, Angie. This castle may not be my home much longer.

Forever Yours,

Caspian

XXXXX

Caspian,

Please, please, be careful. I wish now more than ever that I was there to help you through this. Be strong, for me. There is not much we can do until your cousin is born, but I am begging you to be on your guard until then. I would die if something happened to you.

I punched a girl in the face yesterday. You should see the girls here, Caspian. Simpering morons, all of them. All I hear them talk about is marrying princes or dukes or any other royal title you can name. They were talking about you yesterday, and it made me so angry. 'Of course he's going to marry me!', 'No, he loves me!', 'No, me!'. I just couldn't stand hearing them talk about you like that. And...I'll admit I was jealous. I guess...after all these years...I've just come to think of you as mine. Is that wrong?

Forever Yours,

Evangeline

XXXXX

My Dearest Evangeline,

You're a fool if you believe I'm not yours.

And you're a fool if you believe you're not mine.

Caspian

Like I said, sorry it's so short. But another chapter is coming! I promise!