𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍 || 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 [ I ]

Chapter 34

"So you punched him?"

The two of them, Muriel and Caspian, were walking through one of the many halls of Anvard. The Archenland princess had just finished telling a story, one in which her younger self had had a lack of emotional control and a bit of a temper. She could see why Caspian was astounded, yet highly amused as she shrugged her shoulders.

"I'd do it again," stated the brunette, "any man that tells me I can't bring a sword because I'm a woman will feel what I can do without one."

She sounded completely serious, and she looked the part too, but Muriel was trying her hardest to obtain that exterior. A grin was threatening to break through. Caspian's reactions to her stories made her want to join him in his laughter and never stop listening to his chuckles. She was certain that making Caspian laugh was now one of her most loved activities. The thought made her sick too, but she swore that his laughter echoing through the long hallways was one of the most beautiful things she'd ever experienced in this castle.

"Remind me to never get on your bad side," spoke Caspian after he'd finished laughing.

The princess smiled at him, her serious facade finally melting. "You? On my bad side? Nev- well, maybe..."

He met her gaze as she paused. He spotted the mischievous glint in her eyes as she tapped her lip and pretended to think about it. With a slight shove to the side he had her laughing.

"I'm kidding," she nudged him back softly, "you could never get on my bad side."

"I'm glad," he breathed, putting a hand on his heart as he feigned dramatic relief. With a chuckle and a shake of her head she looked away again, missing how his expression turned serious and genuine. "I would be very stupid if I did anything to cause that to happen."

"You would," she hummed, her eyes on the sky as they passed a window.

It was getting late, the sky was growing dark in the distance. They had stopped walking and Muriel sat down in the big window sill, the cold stone sending a chill through her body. It did nothing to distract her from the twilight sky, she loved watching the pinkish hue and the dim appearances of the moon and stars.

"What do you think a dusk like this would've looked like at Cair Paravel?"

She smiled to herself at Caspian's question. She glanced over her shoulder to look up at him from where he stood behind her. "Breathtaking," she concluded after thinking of everything she'd ever read about it. "I'd imagine Cair Paravel itself would be breathtaking anyway."

He nodded in agreement, staying quiet for a moment before he said something that made Muriel look at him in astonishment and wonder.

"I'm thinking of rebuilding it."

She was at a loss for words, but her smile spoke volumes. Unfortunately, despite finally having been in Narnia, she had not seen the ruins of Cair Paravel with her own eyes, but she could imagine what a sight the castle would be after hearing all of Lucy's wonderful stories.

"Do you think Peter would've let me?" Caspian asked as he averted his gaze from hers and let it rest on the horizon. His uncertainty didn't stem from the fact that he feared Peter's judgement, quite the opposite, it stemmed from the fact that he cared.

She almost melted at the sight of the coloured sky painting his face as Caspian stared off into the distance with a thoughtful look in his brown eyes. Her heart swelled with pride, he cared so much about everyone. But in situations like this maybe he cared a little too much... Muriel knew for a fact that if the Pevensies were here they would've jumped with joy at the news of Caspian rebuidling their past home. She could imagine Lucy even jumping in his arms, by Aslan, Peter would have as well. Muriel snorted at her own thought. "I think if he was here right now he would've kissed you."