Blinking heavy eyes, Caspian sat up, the blanket falling from his shoulders and sending a chill through him as the cold air found him.
He yawned, stretching his arms, then tucked his hair back behind his ears, a few curls and waves falling back to their original mess instantly. Caspian smiled, bouncing from his bed and to the hall, over to the window.
Snow covered everything, making the stone window ledge cold beneath his hands. The sky was barely lit, the sun still coming up.
Caspian went back inside his room, sitting on his bed and holding in a happy squeak. Today was Christmas, and Christmas morning meant presents. Caspian did enjoy presents very much, as most seven year olds did, and it was difficult for him to wait until it was truly "morning" to leave his room.
Endlessly, Caspian waited and waited. And waited, playing with his stuffed toys, recreating scenes from stories he loved quietly, occasionally creeping to the window in the hall to see if it was almost light enough.
Time seemed to creep so slowly as he waited, silently rearranging his playthings.
Just as he'd finished setting up his toys to recreate his version of the Battle of Beruna, a story he enjoyed a lot, a soft knock sent him scrambling back to his bed, barely peeking out from beneath his blankets.
Doctor Cornelius opened the door, smiling as he saw Caspian hardly visible over his covers.
"I know you're awake, my prince."
Caspian sat up, grinning, the blankets falling forward.
"Merry Christmas." Cornelius reached into a pocket, offering the child a gift.
Caspian snatched it with his small hands, squealing happily and bouncing back over to sit on his bed to open it. He paused, turning over his shoulder, looking at his professor.
"Thank you."
Then he sat, squirming down comfortably, and began to tear it open.
Inside, he found a small lion carved of wood. His mouth opened into a small o.
"Is it Aslan?"
Cornelius nodded. Caspian gently cradled the tiny lion in his hands, smiling.
"I very much love it." He pet its little mane.
"I love it very much." Cornelius patted his head, correcting him.
Caspian nodded, placing the lion lovingly beside his bed and then edging towards the door, anxious to see what else he had received.
He turned back, darting back to place a kiss on the small figures head, and then bounced back to the door. He heard Cornelius laugh quietly and adjust his glasses. Caspian waved to him, then scurried down the hall, leaving Cornelius behind.
His servant met him on his way, taking him down the stairs to the tree. Uncle Miraz sat near it, watching as he entered. Caspian shivered under his sharp gaze. He cautiously lowered his head.
"Good morning, Uncle Miraz."
Miraz nodded. Another servant entered behind him, bringing a mug to Aunt Prunaprismia. She took it, the same cold expression she always wore present on her features. She sipped from it, barely nodding to the servant.
Caspian wanted to make her smile. She was so pretty when she was happy, but that was never when he was around.
He knelt by the tree, the servant pausing in the doorway behind him. He started unwrapping a gift, staying quiet and calm so as not to disturb his aunt and uncle.
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(Narnia) Broken Pieces -Caspian X- A One Shot Collection
Fiksi Penggemar"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...
