Battle after battle after battle…sword. Bow. Spear. That one time with a Calormen scimitar…
Peace wasn't something Caspian took lightly. The war at the beginning of his reign, the battles afterwards with remaining pockets of thwarted men, the giants who pushed in from the west and hadn't been fought in a long time…
When there were no more battles to fight, when energy could be put to growing food, building homes, giving justice—peace was sweet.
A little too sweet, perhaps, but it gave him room to commission The Dawn Treader, and once that set sail, there were more battles. The Lone Islands, the sea serpent, again and again, he led his sailors and friends to arms.
At the edge of the world he had to fight a battle against himself, and he lost. Only Aslan's coming got back that lost ground, the kingliness he'd put off.
Then came the battle with grief, as three of his friends, his best friends, two of whom lifted the weight of the crown, set off on a path he could not follow till the end of his life.
Grief was harder to fight than the swords. But the food and company at Ramandu's island brought a measure of peace, and back home they sailed, with Caspian a little wiser, a little more ready for a land at peace.
Until a different type of battle presented itself. A battle that took a good deal of watching, of quiet doing, of listening, to win.
But when his homesick wife finally laughed, Caspian counted it his greatest victory.
Prompt 6: Victory
I thought about doing a political victory or LWW victory from the perspective of the stars, but...I kind of want to go back to bed and it's only 7:09 in the morning. I'll be glad for the weekend, I don't recover from the limited 4 hours of sleep like I used to!