You were a witch.
A good witch of nature, of course.
You had been born and raised in Narnia.
So when you heard that THE Prince Caspian would be visiting your coven, you were excited.
But your mother ruined that for you quickly.
"Y/N, you're to stay here. You have to protect the spell books and potions here," she ordered.
You knew better to argue with your mother.
For she wasn't just your mother, but the head of the coven.
You watched the witches meet the Prince outside.
He spotted you and you made a curtsy through the window, respectively.
You gathered all the books and potions, and took them through the secret passageway to the safe room.
Whenever there was danger, whatever inside, would remain protected.
The coven had created it that way.
As the youngest, you had been trained to be the first, and possibly last, in the room.
When you went back upstairs, your mother was waiting.
She had a grim expression on her face.
"What's wrong, mother?" you asked, concerned.
You took her hand.
"There's been a change of plans. The Prince wants to speak with you," she said.
You were confused, but nodded and met the Prince outside as your fellow witches returned inside.
The Prince offered you his arm and you hesitantly took it.
He led you for a walk.
"What is your name?" he asked.
"Y/N," you answered.
"And you are a witch?" he asked.
You nodded.
"The youngest," you added.
He smiled.
"You interest me," he said.
You cocked your head to one side, confused.
"What do you mean?" you asked.
"No worries. I'll explain later," he said.
You shrugged it off
"Do you like it here?" he asked.
"Honestly, I feel trapped. There's so much pressure on me and I can never explore or do anything except stay in doors. This is my first trip outside in weeks," you answered.
You felt like you could trust Caspian for some unknown reason.
"What if I said I could take you away from all this? You could come live with me in my castle and you will never have to be trapped again," he offered.
"Are you serious?" you gaped.
He beamed.
"As serious as ever," he chuckled, "What do you say, Y/N?"
"Yes."
