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Caspian stared at the carvings on the wall.
He traced his fingers over the figures, taking in the timeline of the golden age.
His eyes then shifted to that of Aria's when she was high queen.
Her paintings stopped at a figure of herself and Caspian sighed.
Peter's last words was a haunting chant in his head.
It is indeed his own people who had taken her life but Aria herself had said she had lived longer than she should have.
It wasn't his fault but Caspian couldn't shake off the guilt knowing that she died at the hands of a Telmarine.
The boy heard footsteps behind him and flinched at the sudden voice.
"Are you glad of that magic horn now? The kings and queens have failed us. Your army is half dead. And those that aren't will be soon enough".
Caspian turned around. His eyes fell on the dwarf that stood before him and the boy frowned.
"What do you want? Congratulations?", Caspian retorted.
"You want your uncle's blood. So do we. You want his throne. We can get it for you", Nikabrik spoke.
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The Chronicles Of Narnia : The High Queen
FanfictionCompleted A Peter Pevensie Story Stumbling upon an entire new world just behind a door, Aria had her prophecy written from ancient times and it was not what she had expected. To save Narnia? Yes. To give up her life for Narnia? Not exactly. As years...
