𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

[p.c.] | i choose you

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫: OphelieBaudelaire
Imagine: Caspian chooses you regardless of your social class.

You had always been well regarded in Narnia and that was something you were proud of. Even being poor as dirt, you were regarded as the fairest in the entire land.

When you turned nineteen, you took a job as a servant in the castle upon the hill. However it was unbeknownst to you that a fair young Prince lived in the castle. You went about your work and often spent your afternoons with the Princesses who were visiting. They told you stories about their countries, families, and romantic encounters. That's how you'd first heard of Caspian.

They spoke of this Prince, never mentioning where he was from. They fawned over his ebony hair and his beautiful, brown eyes. You rolled your eyes as they recounted their dances with him. When tea was over, they usually attempted to give you gold for your troubles, but you refused to take it, explaining that you enjoyed the company.

As the middle of the summer neared, the Princesses told you of a midsummer's ball that would be happening that night and begged you to attend with them. You declined of course, saying you weren't allowed to be out of your house past twelve.

"Oh come on!" One of the Princesses begged.

"I don't even own any ballgowns." You shook your head.

"But we do." One of them replied.

And so you were taken into their chambers for the first time and they allowed you to take any dress that you wished. You eventually borrowed a (y/f/c) dress from Princess Samantha of Ettinsmoor. The Princesses, who understood your need to remain disguised, called you Princess (y/n) of Archenland and pretended you were a distant cousin of Princess Lana of Archenland.

You attended the ball with such grace and style that people couldn't help but talk about you. Princess Lana immediately shoved you towards a young man with ebony hair and brown eyes.

"Lana, what are you doing?" You whispered.

"That's Caspian! You have to meet him!" Lana explained, "Cas!"

"Lana! How are you?" He asked, bowing.

"Just fine. This is my cousin, (y/n)." Lana grinned.

"How do you do, Prince Caspian?" You asked.

"Wonderfully now that you're here," He smiled.

"Lana!" Samantha called.

"It would appear I'm being summoned." Lana smiled and left.

"Would you care to dance with me?" Caspian asked.

"Me?" You clarified. He nodded.

Soon the two of you had engaged in more than a dozen dances and were spinning around the dance floor well into the night. He eventually led you to a small balcony off of the ballroom.

"So, (y/n), there's no way you're Lana's cousin." Caspian sighed.

"What makes you say that?" You asked.

"I've met her entire family hundreds of times and I would've remembered someone as beautiful as you." Caspian smiled, blushing. "So tell me, who are you really?"

"If I told you, you would never speak to me again." I sighed, turning away from him.

"(y/n), just tell me." He sighed.

"I'm one of the servants at this castle. I work for the King and Queen and have visited with the Princesses during afternoon tea. And they wanted me to come tonight although I know better than to attend these balls. I-I'm sorry, I should go." You ran off, tears in your eyes.

The next day, you returned to the castle with Samantha's ball gown and explained that you couldn't keep the dress, although she insisted. You returned to your work and we're busy sweeping a balcony when you saw Caspian enter.

"(y/n)-" He grinned when he saw you but his smile faded when he saw your face.

"Please leave me alone." You sighed, "Anyway, shouldn't you be returning home?"

"Why would I need to return home?" He asked, confused.

"Well you obviously do not live here, your majesty." You replied.

"You don't know, do you?" Caspian smiled.

"Know what?" You asked.

"I'm Prince Caspian of Narnia." He smiled.

You gasped and dropped the broom taking a good look at him.

"That's not funny." You said.

"It's not supposed to be." He replied.

"Why'd you come here? Why didn't you just tell your parents what I did?" You crossed your arms.

"Because I choose you. I want you, (y/n). I've finally found what I've been looking for all of this time. You complete me." He explained, "I-I want you to be mine."

"Cas..." You smiled, "Are you serious?"

"Dead." He grinned and you ran to him, wrapping your arms around him.

And when you pulled back slightly, he pulled you back in with a kiss.