The New Warrior (Book 1)

Chapter 25 How a high king does it

"Hi." I smiled slightly at Caspian.

He stopped and turned around. "Hello. Is everything alright? "

"Yes. I just wanted to apologize for what Peter said."

He shook his head and stepped forward. "You shouldn't apologize for his actions."

I nodded and slightly laughed. "I know. I just- he- that's how he is. He says stupid things when he's mad, he doesn't mean it and I know he feels bad."

Caspian scoffed. "Then why did he send you?"

"He- he didn't send me? I saw the look on your face and thought you needed to hear a sorry. Besides, Peters way to proud." He cracked a smile and extended his hand. "Well thank you."

I looked at his hand for a moment before slowly grasping it and nodding. "Your welcome."

I stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before looking up and seeing his eyes staring at me. "Uh, I should go find Peter."

He pulled his hand back as if I had burned him and nodded stiffly, walking away. I stared after him with wide eyes, wondering what I had said. I snapped out of my daze quickly and hurried back outside, glancing over my shoulder as I went. I walked down the stone walk way quickly towards the blonde haired silhouette standing near the trees.

"Peter." I called. He didn't move. When I reached him I stood stone still behind him. "Are you okay."

"Well I might've just killed half of my army and lost the trust of the rest of them, so how do you think I am?"

I reached out and grasped his hand, locking our fingers together. "Come on." I whispered, pulling him towards a tree, it took a few tugs to get him to follow me, but eventually he did. We sat down quietly and I watched him play with a sprig of grass. "It was a good plan."

He shook his head. "He was right, you know. I should've called it off. I had just enough time."

"I'm sure there were a lot of things that a lot of people could've done differently, but that doesn't make it entirely your fault".

"They trusted me and I lead them straight to their death. I got out just in time to watch the gate close on all the rest of the Narnian's. I watched them get shot with arrows from every direction, but you know what the worst thing was? Knowing that they still trusted me. Knowing that they assumed that it was them that had messed up right up to their deaths, when it was really my fault."

"Stop!" I exclaimed, jerking his face to look at me. I watched as a single tear slid down his perfect cheek, reaching my thumb up to brush it away as it reached his chin. "This wasn't your fault. None of this was your fault. I don't know what I can say to make you believe me, but I promise, if Aslan didn't trust you he wouldn't have made you king."

He stopped and looked at me deeply. "Where is he? Why hasn't he helped us."

I smiled and wrapped my arms around him. "Only time can tell. I've heard he works in mysterious ways."

He pulled back and kissed my cheek firmly yet softly. "I should be strong for the them". He said more so to hisself than to me.

"Yes. You should." He smiled and pulled me into his chest. I pulled away and stood up. He looked up at me, a questionable stare twinkling in his blue eyes. "Well? What are you waiting for! Go, show me how a High King does it."