Summary: You tend to Caspian's wounds once, develop a crush and then figure things out together.
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The centaurs behind you mumble distastefully as you headed toward the young prince. He was hurt and you wanted to help him.
You pulled some leaves from your pocket and rubbed them together before pressing them to his cut face and holding them there. He made a noise of disgust.
'I'm sorry. They'll be off soon.'
'Why are you doing this?'
'I want to help. I don't think you're as bad as the others say.'
'Thank you...' he trailed off; as if he had suddenly realised something, 'I-I'm sorry. I'm afraid I don't know your name.'
'It's (Y/N). There! You can go now!'
You took your hands away from his face and placed the leaves back in your pocket (yes, they may be sticky, but you might need the juice for later - and you could always wash your shirt!) He smiled and pulled your hand up to his lips and kissing it lightly.
'Thank you, (Y/N).'
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As the days passed (Y/N) couldn't help but notice that her feelings towards Caspian had shifted. She found that she was no longer thinking of him only as a friend. But, surely he didn't feel the same way about her. Not to mention the fact that he was a Calmorene. That could be seen as wrong. (Y/N) was in the middle of yet another thought in this line of thinking when Caspian tapped them on the shoulder.
'Yes?'
Even the smallest touch from his hands made her giddy.
How has it come to this?
'I'd like to take you for a walk.'
'Any particular reason as to why?'
'Can't I just take one of my good friends into the forest?'
You raised an eyebrow at him, exasperated. You just wanted him to get to the point, and not endure any awkwardness.
'There was something you wanted to tell me, Caspian?'
He cleared his throat and looked up at the sun shining through the leaves of the trees around them.
'I feel as if lately there has been some tension between us. Hasn't there, (Y/N)?'
'Indeed.'
'Do you know why?'
'Am I supposed to?'
'No, I suppose not. Anyway, the truth is,' he shoved his hands into his pockets and began to fiddle with the fabric, 'I was worried about how you felt about me. Whether it was the same as what I feel about you, and about the fact I am who I am. The fact that I am a prince to this nation, and the.'
'Cas' I want you to know that I don't care. And as for how you feel? Well,' you pulled him towards you by the ends of his scarf and made his lips meet yours. Caspian made a noise of surprise, but after a few moments sank into the kiss.
(Safe to say that you didn't leave the forest for a while after this statement.)
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