FANFIC | The Wiser Man
Title: The Wiser Man
Author: Kitoky
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian
Characters/Pairings: Edmund, Susan, Caspian; Susan/Caspian
Rating: K+
Summary: Caspian had never been the wisest man.
Author's Note: Written for casue100 (will be cross-posted there), prompt set: 50/50. This is for #51: Wisdom. Unbeta'd.
Disclaimer: I own basically nothing. CS Lewis, Walden Media, and whichever awesome studio co-signs for Dawn Treader win.
The Wiser Man
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Caspian had never been the wisest man.
High King Peter often reminded him of this either intentionally or unintentionally. And if he were a wiser man, he probably would not have ended up in this situation or at least remedied the entire thing before something far worse had happened.
But he was not the wiser man, Caspian declared to himself and while he stared down furious blue eyes. He noted that they glistened just slightly, a clear indication that tears would soon rush forth, and he knew that he had screwed up and bad this time.
“Caspian,” his Queen started, the syllables of his own name sounding more menacing now than he had ever heard before.
He gulped, “Y-yes?”
The King was vaguely aware of how this might’ve looked to her and a voice deep inside of him screamed to his conscience to explain that he did not come here with any intentions that would have lead to this.
The Gentle Queen kept her hand braced against the doorway. Caspian couldn’t tell if the tremble of her step were from anger or something far worse.
“Are those my toffees?” Caspian would’ve noted how suppressed the question sounded if he wasn’t so distracted with the murderous look she sent him. Yes, those were anger tremors.
“No,” he heard a hazy voice beside him answered. It was his partner in this act of betrayal. “They’re your cinder toffees.”
So, so bad.
Her eyes clipped to his left where the Just King sat neatly at the small table that laid in the middle of the cookery and Caspian followed her eye line, swallowing once more at the sight of Edmund shoving another toffee in his mouth. The young king had engaged him in a very distracting conversation about the supply of cotton that was being stalled down south, which led to other discussions about the shortages in their inventory. He wasn’t aware that Edmund was leading him to the kitchens, wasn’t aware that he was rummaging around for something in particular, and was only remotely aware that they were called toffees.
If Caspian were a wiser man, he would have made a note that they were the same toffees that Susan had prepared for herself and a few selected others (which just meant Lucy) to enjoy. Caspian would have stopped the Just King from making a grave mistake, but why would Edmund mind it? He wasn’t going to be the one begging for forgiveness, wasn’t going to be the one ordered to sleep outside on the settee, and wasn’t the one that was going to deal with the sensitive feelings of his expecting Queen. And it was then, in the mere motion of him nervously taking the offering of a toffee from Edmund, that Susan had found them.
Before he realized what was happening, Susan fled the doorway and Caspian sighed.
He should prepare himself for hell for the next few days, because he was not a wise man.
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End.
Um. I blame muselives for my sudden need to add Edmund into all my Susan/Caspian fics.
Author: Kitoky
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian
Characters/Pairings: Edmund, Susan, Caspian; Susan/Caspian
Rating: K+
Summary: Caspian had never been the wisest man.
Author's Note: Written for casue100 (will be cross-posted there), prompt set: 50/50. This is for #51: Wisdom. Unbeta'd.
Disclaimer: I own basically nothing. CS Lewis, Walden Media, and whichever awesome studio co-signs for Dawn Treader win.
The Wiser Man
.:..:..:..:..:..:..:..:.
Caspian had never been the wisest man.
High King Peter often reminded him of this either intentionally or unintentionally. And if he were a wiser man, he probably would not have ended up in this situation or at least remedied the entire thing before something far worse had happened.
But he was not the wiser man, Caspian declared to himself and while he stared down furious blue eyes. He noted that they glistened just slightly, a clear indication that tears would soon rush forth, and he knew that he had screwed up and bad this time.
“Caspian,” his Queen started, the syllables of his own name sounding more menacing now than he had ever heard before.
He gulped, “Y-yes?”
The King was vaguely aware of how this might’ve looked to her and a voice deep inside of him screamed to his conscience to explain that he did not come here with any intentions that would have lead to this.
The Gentle Queen kept her hand braced against the doorway. Caspian couldn’t tell if the tremble of her step were from anger or something far worse.
“Are those my toffees?” Caspian would’ve noted how suppressed the question sounded if he wasn’t so distracted with the murderous look she sent him. Yes, those were anger tremors.
“No,” he heard a hazy voice beside him answered. It was his partner in this act of betrayal. “They’re your cinder toffees.”
So, so bad.
Her eyes clipped to his left where the Just King sat neatly at the small table that laid in the middle of the cookery and Caspian followed her eye line, swallowing once more at the sight of Edmund shoving another toffee in his mouth. The young king had engaged him in a very distracting conversation about the supply of cotton that was being stalled down south, which led to other discussions about the shortages in their inventory. He wasn’t aware that Edmund was leading him to the kitchens, wasn’t aware that he was rummaging around for something in particular, and was only remotely aware that they were called toffees.
If Caspian were a wiser man, he would have made a note that they were the same toffees that Susan had prepared for herself and a few selected others (which just meant Lucy) to enjoy. Caspian would have stopped the Just King from making a grave mistake, but why would Edmund mind it? He wasn’t going to be the one begging for forgiveness, wasn’t going to be the one ordered to sleep outside on the settee, and wasn’t the one that was going to deal with the sensitive feelings of his expecting Queen. And it was then, in the mere motion of him nervously taking the offering of a toffee from Edmund, that Susan had found them.
Before he realized what was happening, Susan fled the doorway and Caspian sighed.
He should prepare himself for hell for the next few days, because he was not a wise man.
.:..:..:..:..:..:..:..:.
End.
Um. I blame muselives for my sudden need to add Edmund into all my Susan/Caspian fics.