For King and Country ⭒Caspian x Reader⭒

Chapter 17

"Tell him whatever he's selling, I'm not buying," Morgan said, reclining on her bed, lazily flipping through the pages of a novel.

Peter stood at her door face downcast before me. His eyes wandered to the gap between me and the door so that he could catch a glimpse of the fair-headed woman, but just as soon as his eyes traveled there, I shoved the door even farther closed to where only my head peaked out.

"She doesn't want to talk right now, Peter. If she wants to go over this, I promise she will," I gave him a firm nod as I blocked the gap.

Dark circles stood out against Peter's pale skin, and his hair wasn't neatly combed and arranged as he generally kept it. His visage was like a phantom haunting the halls of Cair Paravel, a ghost yearning for a moment of the past.

"It's been a week," He choked out, his eyes pleading with me.

"And it could be a week more after that. She has no obligation to speak to you."

"Fair enough," Peter nodded his head and disappeared around the corner.

My back pressed against the oak door as Morgan looked up from the book in her hands. Her countenance was unperturbed as if the man at the door had just been another persistent suitor she had no desire to entertain.

"I thought spending more time with Doran would stave him off, but apparently not," She raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes.

"Surely there must be another way to give him the cold shoulder rather than exposing yourself to the dullest man in Narnia," I said, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"It seems as if all the exciting men lie. Maybe dull is exactly what I need," Morgan snapped the book shut, tossing it onto the mattress.

"I'll have your back no matter what you choose, but I wonder if maybe even letting him write you a letter or have a few minutes might at least give both of you peace at the end of the day?"

Morgan's eyes narrowed at me, "Peter has had five years to talk to me and yet hasn't said a word. Forgive me if I decline his advances."

We settled into silence as she picked up her book again while I leaned my head against the banister, and closed my eyes. A soft rapping came from the door and Morgan left off the bed muttering, "Not him again. I'll tell him where he can shove it," With a forceful pull Morgan threw open the door, "What?" Her eyes were blazing and stance like a cat ready to pounce on its prey.

Instead of Peter at the door once more, Caspian stood there his hand hovering mid-air, face painted in confusion, "Is this a bad time?"

"Oh," Morgan walked away from the open door, giving a slight wave of her hand, "Sorry about that."

Caspian's eyes darted between Morgan and me, giving a tilt of his head and a raise of an eyebrow that said Should I ask? And a firm shake of my head gave him the answer he was looking for.

"Are you ready?" Caspian said looking at me expectantly.

"I think as much as I'll ever be." I breathed deeply, glancing over at myself in the mirror. The golden, Vidalian coronet Caspian had made for me graced the top of my head. A statement of power. A message to the Narnians of the asset that paced their halls every day.

"Remember, they all answer to me. No one can do anything to hurt your position here," Caspian said while stroking the side of my cheek with one knuckle.

My position as Vidalian ambassador took effect that day. I had spent the week preparing every word that would leave my mouth for the presentation I would make. A caucus was scheduled for the afternoon and the sound of lords, ladies, ambassadors, and onlookers flooding into the upper chambers to finding their seats flooded the halls.