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

Chapter 2. "The Escape of the Heir."

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Chapter 2. "The Escape of the Heir."

"I'm alone/ 'Cause this house doesn't feel like home." - X Ambassadors 'Unsteady'.

"Caspian."

Caspian barely acknowledged the familiar voice of his tutor. He turned to his side without opening his eyes. "Five more minutes."

"I'm afraid you don't have them, prince, you need to get up now," The voice replied pressingly, a distinct tension in it.

Caspian's eyes snapped open at that.

"Another astronomy lesson?" He asked sleepingly as he raised from the bed, half dragged by the elderly man.

"I'm afraid not, my prince," Doctor Cornelius whispered rushedly before grabbing his arm, forcing Caspian to lock eyes with his tutor, "Your aunt's given birth. To a boy."

Caspian stared back at him, his eyes widening as the situation dawned on him. He hurriedly grabbed his shoes and silently followed Doctor Cornelius into his closet, which thankfully also served to conceal a secret passage.

The first quiet, careful steps were heard as Caspian grazed the door of the closet.

The Crown Prince of Narnia hesitated for a second.

To this day, he still hasn't figured out why did he make that decision. Maybe he had to put an image to the danger that was threatening him. Maybe he just had to know that they were actually after him.

Whatever the reason was, Caspian quickly entered the closet, leaving a small gap between the doors as to spy on the intruders.

What happened next would star in his nightmares forever.

Five, six, seven guards entered his bedroom swiftly, surrounding his bed and raising their crossbows without making a sound. Simultaneously, they shot time and again at the bed.

Where he was supposed to be sleeping.

If it hadn't been for his professor, even if he had hesitated by the closet for a moment too long, it'd have been too late. He'd have been dead.

Having seen enough, he snapped out of it and followed Doctor Cornelius deeper into the passage.

As quickly as they could, they ran to the armory, where Caspian strapped his sword around his waist and his tutor wrapped a black cloak around him.

Soon enough, they reached the courtyard where his dear horse, Destrier, was ready to escape with them.

Or so he thought, for as he skillfully climbed onto Destrier, Caspian offered his hand to help Doctor Cornelius, only to have him refuse.

"No, my dear Prince. It is easier to follow two than to follow one. You have to go by yourself." Doctor Cornelius smiled reassuringly. "I will alert your friends of your situation."

"Will I ever see you again?" Caspian asked, his voice a façade of strength when truthfully, fear began to struck his heart for the first time.

His new undetermined future began to dawn on him. Once he managed to escape, what was he supposed to do?

"It is possible but for now, I got you a gift." As his tutor said this, he handed the prince an object, wrapped in a brown cloth. Touching it, Caspian could only assume it was some sort of horn.