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[tenth_king]

He'd taken to spending the evenings after supper out in the courtyard, gazing out over the plain leading to the Narnian woods. Caspian the Tenth, rightful king, vented a quiet sigh as he watched the shadows lengthen across the landscape. He loved this land, the people and creatures inhabiting it, and was more than glad that they were all on the

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[friend_oftumnus]

"Caspian? Is that you?"

[tenth_king]

The voice brought him from his drawings and Caspian glanced up to see young Queen Lucy. Not at all disturbed by her visitation, he smiled in welcome and nodded.

"Hello, Lucy. Is...everything all right?"

[friend_oftumnus]

Lucy returns the smile, dancing over to him and sitting in the grass beside him.

"Everything is fine. I just wanted to be certain it was you."

[tenth_king]

"I'm glad to hear it, Your Majesty."

He smiled further and slipped a bit to the left, allowing her to settle down beside him, to share the dappled shadows beneath the large tree. Glancing about, he quirked an eyebrow and glanced down at the little queen.

"But where is Trumpkin? You two are inseparable, it seems."

[tenth_king]

Rarely did Caspian get so involved in his work as not to sense another's presence. Scenting horse and sweat just before he heard Edmund's voice, automatically his hand flashed to the dagger at his belt, wary even here in his own castle.

But he exhaled a deep breath at seeing the younger Pevensie brother, stern countenance relaxing into a welcoming smile, then into a sheepish sort of grin as he realized what Edmund was referring to.

"Thank you." Charcoal-stained fingertips graze lightly over the canvas, the king gazing down at his work. "Drawing was ever a respite from my studies, regardless of whether or not I was supposed to be engrossed in my lessons."

[tenth_king]

Caspian felt his cheeks flush at the praise, it meaning so much coming from one of the Pevensies. "Thank you, Edmund." Then he chuckled somewhat ruefully. "The Professor often took me to task for my inattention, but he always happily accepted the drawings I made especially for him."

Coming back from the past, he slid over a bit on the bench in silent invitation. "Do you...do you think them feasible? To rebuild Cair Paravel this way?"