The air inside the castle was joyful. Everyone seemed so happy.
Caspian watched from the corner of the room as his aunt talked excitedly with her father. Her smile was so full of joy and wonder.
Lord Scythley mirrored her emotions, celebrating with his daughter. She kept placing a hand on her stomach as if anxiously awaiting the arrival of her baby, the moment she would hold -love- her child.
Uncle Miraz entered the room, a smile covering his harsh face as he looked at Prunaprismia, pride filling his features.
Caspian closed his eyes, swallowing hard. Wishing so much that look could fall on him. Trying not to want what he could not have.
Prunaprismia glanced at Miraz, eyes sparkling and he placed a hand on her shoulder lovingly.
Caspian thought his heart was beyond breaking by now, but watching this- something he should be a part of yet was only observing all but invisible- he felt as if it were cracking.
Again.
They looked the image of perfect, loving parents. He couldn't give them that pride.
This was the baby they wanted. They would love this child he knew, even if they did not love him. They would love as parents love- but it would not be for him. They would become what he'd always hoped they would be- but they would only love their child.
Never Caspian.
He was simply their orphaned nephew. They'd taken him in as they felt it was their duty. Hard as he tried, he could not be enough.
Whatever happened, his cousin would destroy his life. Now he would see clearly what the love of parents could look like, and he knew somewhere inside he was still hoping that his aunt and uncle did love him.
This would only prove they did not. A fact he was well aware of, but simply didn't want to believe.
He watched the scene in front of him- a father who loved his daughter. Parents who loved their baby so much- even without yet knowing them.
Another sharp-edged reminder that he would never know that feeling.
Family.
Caspian shook his head, lowering his hand from his face. A habit he hated. As if by watching a mother, he could mimic her touch. He did it so mindlessly.
Caspian left the room. The smiles. The laughter. He ran down the hall, running from the hurt.
He still wanted to believe he could earn their love, even after fifteen years, still could not let go of that foolish hope.
No. Didn't want to let go.
Caspian knew he was once like his aunt's baby to someone, only he wanted to be someone's baby now.
To fall into the arms of a mother. A father. To do nothing- and be loved.
Strong as Caspian was, he wanted to be weak. To hide behind someone. He wanted to feel what his cousin would feel. Not just imagine.
But that was a foolish hope- and Caspian was no fool.
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(Narnia) Broken Pieces -Caspian X- A One Shot Collection
Fanfiction"If only he'd been a little older, then he would have his own memories. But his father and mother were gone, leaving him in a castle, surrounded by people, yet almost entirely alone. Alone without even a memory..." Short one-shots exploring Prince C...
