Hello there!

This is my first Narnia story, so i hope i do okay on it..
I started reading Caspian X stories a couple of weeks ago, and it inspired me to write my own version :D

I do love Caspian, and the actor who plays him in the movie is fine. XD

I hate to add that i do not own any of Narnia's characters, although i wish i did.. :)

This is my first chapter, so i hope you enjoy it! :D

I was floating, falling. I couldn't feel the ground beneath me, even though I knew it was there. Running. My legs, running through the wild grass as fast as they could go. My chest, heaving in laboured breaths as I choked in the air surrounding. Even though it had happened a few moments ago, my eyes scrunched up in pain.

"Is she alive?" My head was spinning again, but I could tell that the voice was a beautiful, deep melody.

"I believe so, Sire, but that head wound needs to be cleaned." Sire? It was the only word that my mind could translate, but my head span again, thoroughly confused.

"Okay, I'll pick her up. Go and get some bed chambers ready, the one next to mine will do."

"Of course, my Prince."

I heard the ground snap and move as the person moved away. Their words made no sense to me; my head just twisted the words and morphed them into something I couldn't understand.

"Can you squeeze my hand, my love?" The voice whispered, now closer to my head. My eyes scrunched in pain as a wave of nausea passed through the front of my head, stars blinding and overlapping behind closed lids. My mouth involuntary let out a small groan of pain.

"Okay, my love." The person shifted slightly and put his hand behind my head; retreating quickly when he felt the substance I could only imagine being a copper red colour. I hissed as my hand involuntary coming up to shield my head from the beautiful sounding stranger.

He chuckled lightly, his hand coming to rest on my cheek. "Do not be afraid. I shall not harm you, my love. Could you open your eyes for me, please?"

I tried as hard as I could, but every time I tried to open them my eye lids refused to co-operate. Even so, I willed them open, more desperate to see the face of the melodic voice above me. Would he be as beautiful as he sounded?

Eventually my eyes started to open, the streams of sunlight pouring in as I continued to keep them open.

"That's it my love, that's it." He ushered, stroking my cheek as the colour started to return to them.

His face was dazzling. Beautifully tanned skin with large chocolate eyes boring into mine. I couldn't see much more of him in this position, but his arms were almost rippling with muscle.

Ripping my eyes from his, I looked around. I could see the wilderness surrounding us, the greenest of green trees and multi-coloured flowers. This wasn't my home, this wasn't where I was a few moments ago.

Where am I?

I panicked. I thrashed around in his arms, trying to free myself of the stranger. His eyes widened in surprise as he tried to hold me down, most likely trying to stop myself from harming myself.

"Calm down, my love."He urged, watching as my thrashes subsided, "Like I said before, I mean you no harm."

Even though I felt safe with this man, something inside me was scared. Even the pain in my head was subsiding now, but the waves of nausea kept passing, making me feel dizzier as I moved.

The stranger helped me sit up, not even moving away when I turned myself over and started to empty the contents of my almost-empty stomach onto the grass besides me. In fact, instead of being repulsed as I almost expected him to be, he pulled my brown locks from my face and soothed my back with his hands, whispering soft words into my ear.

Was it possible to fall in love at first sight?

When I had finished, the stranger pulled me to his chest and rocked my body back and forward.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked once the nausea had passed and I was sure my voice wouldn't slur. "I don't even know you."

He chuckled again, the sound rumbling through his chest and into my ear. "You seem oddly special."

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Special?"

"Yes, special," He replied, not missing a beat, "something pulled me to you, in dreams and reality. I cannot explain it."

I smiled. For once, maybe life wasn't such a bitch.

My body pulled itself from his arms and saw opposite him, eager to get to know the dazzling stranger a bit better. His brown, silky locks reached so that they were just touching his shoulders, a shade of chocolate brown which brought out his eyes. He was in a white undershirt with battle chains placed and done up over the top. He had on brown trousers with high boots. He looked simply gorgeous.

I held my hand out to him. "Bella."

He grasped it in his own larger hand and shook it once. "Caspian."

I winked, "Prince Caspian, I believe."

His beautiful eyes averted from mine. I took the chance to try to stand up on my own two feet, wobbling and managing to stay on my feet for a few seconds before falling into his lap. He looked pleasantly surprised as his arms came up underneath my knees and round my shoulders, picking me up and striding forward in long, lean strokes.

"You can sleep now," He said, keeping his eyes looking ahead, "It would be good for you, my love."

I yawned in response, snuggling as best as I could into his chest. Shutting my eyes, images started to flash in front of my closed lids.

"Get the hell back here! I'm not going to let you escape these woods; I'll keep coming back for you Annabelle!" He shouted, his voice getting closer and closer as I tried to hush my heavy breathing.

Time seemed to stop as all movement ceased. The only sounds that I could hear was my hushed, but still frantic breathing, and the sound of my heart pounding away in my ears. I was frightened, so scared.

Was he going to kill me? I hoped not; I was only seventeen and still had a full life to lead somewhere.

I wished to be out of this situation, to be sat on a beach sipping the coldest drink that I could get my hands on. That I was sat with a gorgeous man that I loved and that he also loved me back. Was that such a bad thing to wish for?

"Where are you, bitch? Get out here before I make you regret running from me."

Suddenly my mouth and nose was covered by a hand that whipped out from behind me. I couldn't breath as tears clouded up my eyes. My breath came in short, ragged gasps through his thick fingers as I tried to scream, the forest turning into a blur of colour as I wished so desperately to be in the arms of a lover.

He chuckled deeply in my ear as the tears spilled over, "Told you I'd find you."

I saw his other hand swing back before it came down to hit my face, the sound echoing throughout the forest. As he did so, the other hand released my mouth and nose as I gasped in as much oxygen as I could, unaware of the bruises already forming.

I could feel the world slipping away from me, black dots appearing in my already blurred vision. I wished for a better world, somewhere that I wouldn't have to be afraid.

"Bella, Bella! Wake up! Wake up, my love."

My eyes fluttered open as the nightmare ended and the reality hit me. Gasping, I sat up as my hands instinctively went to my neck, only to find it already bandaged up. The same with my cheek, padded up with cloth and tape.

Coughing, I looked over to see Caspian sat on the end of the bed I was in. He looked as if he felt awkward, but his beautiful eyes captured mine once more, and I felt as if I were on top of the world again. How could one person hold such beauty and have a personality?

"Are you feeling well?" He asked, holding the gaze.

I smiled, nodding my head at him. "Yes, thank you."

He smiled back, standing up and holding his hand out. "You've been sleeping for more than twelve hours, love. Would you like a tour round the castle walkways?"

I nodded again after noticing how scratchy my voice was. I didn't trust it with the velvety voice of the Prince stood in front of me. Pulling back my covers, I pulled my still jean-clothed legs out of the bed, grabbing his hand as he helped me up. I could feel the sleepy-state I was in still lingering in my head, making it spin and whirl as well as the world around me.

I could feel Caspian's arms slip around my waist as the floor came closer and closer to my face.

He chuckled, "That was a close one."

After a few moments of dizziness, the sleepy state finally faded. My cheeks started to flame a tinted red as I realised the compromising position we were in, especially as we had met in unusual circumstances less than twenty-four hours ago. I managed to get myself into a standing position where I extended my own hand for his. He merely smiled at me, which gave me a fluttery feeling in .

"Bella?" He asked, gaining my attention which was averted to the view outside the window, "I do think your dressed quite inappropriately...for this land, anyway."

I looked down at my ripped jeans and white top ensemble, then back out to the window to peer at those in the market below. He was right; all women were dressed in gowns, some with corset tops and some with just a plain neckline. Either way, I realised that I wasn't going to fit in down there with what I currently had on.

Caspian made his way over to the wardrobe, where he opened the large, oak doors and shifted through a few dresses before he came to one in particular that took to his liking. Smiling to himself, he pulled it from the rack, turning back to me and placing it on the bed.

"These were my mother's clothing. I think these will fit you for now." He spoke, averting his gaze from mine. His mouth formed an almost pained grimace as he spoke of his obviously deceased mother.

Making my way over to him, I placed a comforting hand on his shoulder so that he knew I was feeling his pain. The corners of his mouth turned up as I smiled back.

I squeezed his arm slightly, "Thank you, Your Highness."

He turned slightly; facing me straight on as all the signs of pain not vanished from sight. He chucked again, making me laugh also at the melodic sound of it. "Don't call me that, it's too...formal. Also, I am only a Prince, not a King."

My fingertips grazed my chin for a second, as I thought. So Caspian had lost his mother, and was only a Prince. His father must still rule the lands then.

"One day, you will be a fantastic King." I replied, grinning at him when he looked almost confused.

He shook his head, almost dismissing the subject completely. "I will leave you to get ready, but I request that you please wear the one I have picked out, my love. Until then." He carefully pulled my hand that was still on his arm and lightly brushed his lips against it, making me almost shiver in delight.

With that, he left the room, striding in large paces that I could only dream to keep up with. Today was turning out to be better than expected, and even though I did wonder where I was, it wasn't worth the hassle of worrying about right now.

I rushed off in order to shower and figure out how to put the dress on.

All so that I could see Caspian as quickly as possible, of course.

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I had the most amazing shower, making sure that I was clean. I found that leaves and small twigs had somehow buried themselves in my hair, making me laugh whilst in the shower.

There were many beautiful clips laid out, waiting to be used on the desk. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to use them or not, so I picked a plain hair slide just to pin my fringe back.

Walking over to the bed, I saw the dress that Caspian had picked out. It was a deep blue, with silver lacing around the edges and also around the square neckline. It also had long, slim sleeves with an intricate design around the cuffs, and also around the small waist of the dress. It really was breathtaking, and I'm sure that Caspian's mother looked even better in it than I ever would.

I slipped it on, managing to zip the back up by myself and buttoning the tricky button at the top.

Now, how to find Caspian?

I stepped up to the large double-doors and rested my ear against it. There seemed to be no noise coming from outside, so I opened one up and slipped out, peering down both ways of the corridor. To the left it was a spiral staircase, which, as I peered down it, didn't seem to end. To the right there was two, even larger doors than the ones I had just come from; they were much grander. Should I knock or go down the stairs?

"Hey, hey you there!"

I turned back to the stairs to see a man in armour, holding out his sharp spear at me. With the other hand he put down the rest of the helmet over his eyes, grabbing the spear with the same hand.

My feet paced slowly towards him, my voice cautious. "Could you please take me to-"

"Don't come any closer!" He shouted, jabbing me slightly back with the sharp tip of the spear. I recoiled back into the door I had come from, frightened. "Guards...guards! Intruder alert... intruder alert!"

My heart sounded in my ears when more guards piled up the stairs, fitting into the small hallway and backing me more and more into the door. Where was Caspian when I desperately needed him? I was no intruder!

I reached for the door handle when the guards suddenly jumped at me, quickly lunging myself in and shutting and locking the door before the guards could catch me. They pounded at the door, shouts echoing through the wooden door.

"Miraz won't stand for this, intruder! And we saw the gown; he doesn't take too kindly to stealing property Miss!" My hands covered my ears, failing to block out the sound. "Come out now before it's too late!"

Suddenly one of the doors was blown off its hinges, splinters flying through the air at a quick speed as I fell onto the floor in shock. One managed to scrape my forehead, as I could feel a few drops of blood falling down my face.

The guards poured into the room, one grabbing my hands and tying them too tightly behind my back.

"Caspian! Caspian please! I need you!" I screamed, tears starting to well up as the guards dragged me from the room. They didn't listen to my pleas, they only laughed at my pathetic attempt. Many said I was 'too obsessed with the Royal Heir', and others kept their opinion to themselves, but none believed that the Prince had found me.

After being pushed and shoved through various corridors and rooms in the castle, they pushed me into the cellar of the Castle. They unlocked one of the jail-cells and pushed me into it, laughing as I fell straight onto my face as they hadn't undone the awful bindings on my hands.

"Aw, is the little girl crying about being caught stalking the Prince?" One mocked, pushing me over as I managed to get on my knees. "Your pathetic, you think the Prince would even look at somebody like you?"

I sobbed as they laughed again, pushing me over for a final time before I stayed on the floor. Finally they left, taking their mocking laugh with them.

Even so, their point was right. Why would Prince Caspian befriend me? I was a lowly, pathetic excuse for a girl.

I wondered for a moment if he would even remember my name if we met again. At that moment, I was guessing not.

The gate was opened again as I curled further up into a ball on the floor, not wanting to see the mocking glares of the Guards again.

"Miss, are you alright?" The voice spoke, old and wise sounding.

I looked up to see an elder looking man, with white hair and a long white beard to match.

He smiled at me, not the feeling that makes butterflies flutter in a girl's stomach, but the one that makes a girl more interested to learn more.

I shook my head.

"Well," He spoke, pointing to the scratch and now dried blood on my forehead. "Let's change that, shall we?"

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I will be starting the next chapter ASAP, because i enjoy writing about Caspian very, very much. Too much, i might add...