The Prince, The Girl And The Lion (Prince Caspian Fanfic)

Chapter 12 "Losing My Religion."

Hey guys!

Chapter 12 is now here! I really hope you guys like it.

About chapter 13, I have two college midterms coming up, plus I need to edit quite a bit about the chapter itself but it should be up soon! Stay tuned guys!

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Chapter 12 "Losing My Religion."

"We've been here the whole time. You were asleep. It's time to wake up." - Twenty One Pilots, 'Jumpsuit'.

Caspian woke with a start, immediately groaning as a throbbing headache made its painful entrance.

As everything slowly stopped spinning, he finally focused on his location, noticing for the first time the familiar ceiling of his room, his uncomfortable cot underneath him.

What had happened?

"Good. You're awake."

Caspian turned his head slowly, frowning as he took notice of Beth sitting tensely on Edmund's cot by the other side of the room. The king in question stood beside her, Trumpkin a few feet away by the door.

All of them glared at him, obviously waiting for the prince to speak.

Caspian sat up slowly, ignoring his injuries as he frantically searched for the last hours events on his mind. The last thing he remembered was the trip back to the How. Finally, he let his frustration speak as he noticed how protectively the Just King seemed to be standing next to the princess. "You brought bodyguards with you? Whatever made you think you needed them?"

"You put a sword to my throat, Caspian. As you can imagine, no one really trusts you right now." Beth replied, her voice cold, her gaze emotionless.

Caspian felt as if he'd been punched in the gut. "I could never do that. Beth, what is going?"

She stood up and took a step forward, her companions following her every movement. She looked at him with clear distrust."Don't you remember what happened?"

"The last thing I remember was coming back from the raid," Caspian replied, growing frantically worried as his three friends blanched in surprise. "What? Please, you're scaring me. What should I be remembering!?"

Edmund sighed and glanced at his girlfriend. "Lucy said he banged his head against the floor. This is probably a temporal memory loss caused by the injury."

"We do need to know what his ties to the traitors are, though, just in case. Your Grace, we need to use it." Trumpkin's voice was harder than usual, as if trying to compensate for a loss.

Caspian looked on in bewilderment as both men turned to Beth as if she's their leader.

He might have no recollection of the past few hours but he could read people, their expressions and the meaning behind their words so he knew for a fact that whatever he was forgetting, whatever had happened before, Beth had become their leader because of it.

He studied his oldest friend, noticing the now golden eyes, the regal posture, the authority in her voice and actions that spoke of a true warrior.

He slowly sat, doing his best to ignore the dizziness he felt. He stared right into Beth's eyes, scared of what the answer would be but still, needing to know. "Beth, what did I do?"

Beth frowned at Caspian in a thoughtful manner before taking a flask from her pocket. With wide eyes, Caspian recognized Lucy's cordial.

"You are right, Trumpkin. Shall we begin?"