Title: Of Love And War
Part of the Eternal Queen & Future King Series
Pairings: Chloe/Caspian, Chloe/Peter
Fandoms: Smallville, Narnia
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: That one night with the future king has left consequences Chloe never expected, and now not only does she have to tell Caspian and ready her people for war with the Telmarines, but The Kings and Queens are back.
They explored the ruins of Cair Paravel in depressed silence. This had once been their home, where all their fondest memories had been born, and they'd always believed that they'd come back here to its majestic beauty. And yet here it lay in ruins, betraying the passing of hundreds of years since the last time they'd set foot in its ivory halls.
Edmund bent down and narrowed his eyes. "Catapults."
?" Peter, who'd been close by, seemingly in a haze, turned to him.
"This didn't just happen." Edmund felt his stomach go sick. "Cair Paravel was attacked
The queasiness was visible all over Peter's face.
They were both wondering the same thing.
Had the attack happened while Chloe was still alive, waiting for them to return?
Had she been killed in the attack?
Or had she had to run for her life and died somewhere else while in hiding? Together, the boys ran over to a wall and started moving it to reveal a door behind. They broke down the door and Edmund pulled out his new torch, turning it on as they stepped inside, Edmund leading the way. It was the way to the secret treasure chamber, and as they went down the winding stone steps they came to the treasure room, seeing the five statues of the kings and queens they'd once been, their chests closed before the statues.
"I can't believe it." Peter whispered. "It's all still here."
"Whoever attacked never found this place." Edmund shone his torch on his statue.
They went to their chests, opening them, finding them full.
Lucy pulled out a dress and held it to her body. "I was so tall."
"Well, you were older then." Susan smiled sadly.
"As opposed to hundreds of years later..." Edmund announced from his chest. "When you're younger."
Peter blew the dust away from the item in his hand, and the image of a Lion on a large golden plate was finally visible.
He looked up to see the statue standing behind his chest, and slowly walked towards it.
Susan looked through her chest and then frowned.
"What is it?" Lucy asked her.
"My horn." The older girl frowned, looking at her sister. "I must've left it on my saddle the day we went back."
Peter opened his chest, taking out his sword, and drew it out, reading the inscription on the metal. "When Aslan bears his teeth, winter meets its death."
"And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again." Lucy finished it, taking in a deep breath and looking up at them, eyes watering. "Everyone we know, Mr. Tumnus and the Beavers...Chloe
...they're all gone."
." Susan whispered, sending a worried look in Peter's direction.
Peter moved towards the chest and statue next to his, and he gulped, hands shaking as he looked up at the statue of his High Queen.
Edmund and Susan shared worried looks.
Peter slowly reached for the latch and opened the chest, slowly opening it. He gazed inside, and then closed the lid once more. "It's empty."
"Oh thank the deeper magics
." Edmund whispered, letting out a breath of relief. "That means she made it out of the attack alive."
Peter turned to his siblings, eyes narrowed in determination. "I think it's time we found out what's going on."
Caspian awoke in an unfamiliar place, his head bandaged.
Taking the bandage off, he got up, hearing voices coming from the adjourning room, the only thing like a door between the rooms a long falling dividing curtain.
"This bread is so stale." The voice of the dwarf complained.
"I'll just get him some soup then." A new, unfamiliar voice replied.
"You said you were going to get rid
of him." The gruff first voice snarled.
"No, I said I'd take care
of him." The second corrected patiently.
"Well, I don't think I hit him hard enough."
"Nikabrik, he's just a boy!"
"He's a Telmarine. Not some lost puppy!"
"We can't kill him. You know that. He's...our guest."
"Ah, and how do you think his friends are treating their
"Trumpkin knew what he was doing." The second voice sighed. "And don't mention it. She's already feeling guilty. And she shouldn't be troubled, not now of all times."
"Both of those problems are his fault." The dwarf snapped.
"Enough, Nikabrik." The second scolded.
Having heard enough, Caspian bolted towards the door, making the one with his back to him, wearing a furry coat, drop a bowl of soup. But before Caspian could make it to the door the dwarf with the bad attitude blocked his way.
The prince pulled a hot poker from the fire and used it to block Nikabrik's blows.
"See Trufflehunter?" Nikabrik yelled to the one behind Caspian in the animal fur. "I told you we should've killed him!"
"You know why we can't!" Trufflehunter hissed in annoyance.
"If you're taking a vote, I'm with him." Caspian announced, motioning to the one behind him whom he hadn't been able to get a good look at as yet.
"We can't let him go." Nikabrik continued swinging his blade. "He has seen us!"
Caspian continued to block him.
"Nikabrik! That's enough! You're going to disturb-."
Suddenly, another diving curtain was pulled across. "Nikabrik! Caspian! What are you two doing? Stop it this instance!"
Nikabrik lowered his sword. "He was trying to escape, My Queen. I couldn't let him go. He's seen us."
Caspian didn't hear him, though, he'd turned to look towards the voice, breath caught in his throat at the vision she painted in a light blue gown. Despite looking pale and worried, she was just like he'd always dreamt of her...and so much more beautiful. "Chloe." He dropped the hot poker and rushed to her, picking her up in his arms and pressing a kiss to her lips.
She gave a little cry of surprise that was muted by his lips on hers, and then she melted into his kiss...and Caspian was in heaven.
He didn't know how long he had her in his arms, kissing those sweet nectar lips that his heart had been thirsting for in agony, but he only ended the kiss, resting his forehead down against hers, when his soul felt full once more. "I died in the woods. I'm in heaven."
"No, you're very much alive." She whispered softly, shaking her head. "I tried to tell you, Caspian. I tried."
He froze, eyes widening as he realized what she was saying.
He took a step away and just looked at her. "You're here. You're alive. You're..." his eyes widened. "Pregnant."
Chloe's gaze went to her stomach, her hands cradling the small yet quite obvious bump. "I am."
"Is it..." Caspian couldn't finish his question, looking away.
"It's yours, Caspian." Chloe whispered, gaze lowering.
He looked up at her, eyes wide, a smile beginning to bloom on his face.
And then he'd moved and she was in his arms once more. "I-how did this happen?" He asked, unable to understand how the worst night of his life had suddenly become his best.
Nikabrik snorted in disgust from behind him. "If they haven't taught him how babies are made then he's on his own."
." Trufflehunter sighed, though with some amusement.
Chloe chuckled as well, face hiding against Caspian's chest.
He blushed, embarrassed. "I know how that happened." He cleared his throat, pulling away slightly (though still keeping her in his arms). "What I meant was how are you still alive? And...so young? 1300 years have passed since the days of the Great Kings and Queens."
Chloe sighed, looking pale and tired. "When Aslan was killed by the White White to save Edmund's life, I was there by his side. I wasn't bothered by the witch or her minions because a victim was allowed a witness in the rite. When he was killed, Aslan's blood spurted on me, and I didn't start to suspect it until the others started aging and I didn't...but it gave me a prolonged lifespan. Everyone else thought I just looked very young for my age, but I knew the truth."
"So you've been alive...all this time...alone." Caspian whispered.
A flash of sadness crossed her eyes as she tried to smile. "I have had my faithful and wonderful protectors with me. After Cair Paravel fell, we went into hiding, and thanks to the superstition and fear surrounding the woods we've been safe."
"Until tonight." Nikabrik murmured.
"Nikabrik." She frowned.
He looked away. "It is true, My Queen. He brought the soldiers to our gates, and now they have Trumpkin. And you know they will kill him. He sacrificed himself so that this Telmarine could get to safety."
Chloe went paler and looked away.
He'd unknowingly brought his own troubles to Chloe's little sanctuary.
"I didn't know-I thought you were a dream." He let go of her and looked around, before finally getting a good look at Trufflehunter. "W-what are you?"
Trufflehunter snorted. "It's funny. You'd think more people would recognize a badger when they saw one."
"You're Narnians." Caspian whispered. "So you're not extinct."
"Sorry to disappoint you." Nikabrik snorted.
Chloe took in a deep breath, pulling a strand of hair out of her face. "What are you doing here, Caspian? Why were Telmarine soldiers after you tonight? They would have killed you, killed us all, if Trumpkin hadn't-." She looked away, face pained.
"I was running away." Caspian felt the guilt growing as he lowered his gaze, running a hand over his hair. "You know Miraz has always wanted my throne. I only lived this long because he did not have an heir of his own."
"His wife had a son." Chloe guessed with a sigh.
"Well, this changes things." Trufflehunter murmured.
"Yes." Nikabrik agreed, sitting down. "It means we won't have to kill you ourselves."
"Nikabrik." Chloe snapped.
The Dwarf winced and looked down.
"He's right." Caspian announced, grabbing his armor from where they'd placed it after dragging him inside.
"Where are you going?" Chloe asked, worry entering her soul.
"My uncle will not rest until I am dead." Caspian turned to his, determination visible on his face. "I will not bring him right to you..." his gaze lowered to her stomach, and in a couple of steps he was in front of her once more, pressing a hand tenderly to the bump. "Or our child."
Something in Chloe came alive at the sound of those words in his voice.
"You can't go." Trufflehunter's voice interrupted. "You're meant to save us." He raised the horn Caspian had forgotten all about. "Don't you know
what this is
? That was the best
you could come up with?" Trumpkin snapped as his bounds were cut loose and he was able to pull off the gag. He'd been taken to the Telmarine castle, where Lord Miraz had made it look as if Narnians had kidnapped Caspian, and then he'd had his men take Trumpkin bound and gagged to the river to be drowned. And he probably would have been if it hadn't been for these four kids that'd appeared out of nowhere and saved him.
The men had been about to throw him into the river and the girl had told them to drop him?
How intelligent was that?
Trumpkin, having served Her Majesty from the time he became an adult, was used to intelligent females, and so this annoyed him.Her Majesty.
He needed to get back to her.
And to the Telmarine prince who was the father of her unborn child.
"A simple thank you would suffice." The chit with the bow and arrows announced.
Trumpkin scoffed. "They were doing fine drowning me without your help."
"Maybe we should have let them." The tall male with the golden hair declared.
Trumpkin ignored him, looking around, trying to get a bearing.
He figured they were near the ruins of Cair Paravel.
It would take probably a days journey or two to reach the Queen.
She would be so worried about him, and that wasn't good for someone in her condition.
"Why were they trying to kill you anyway?" The younger female who'd cut his bounds asked.
"They're Telmarines." Trumpkin answered the stupid question. "That's what they do."
"Telmarines?" The smaller male frowned. "In Narnia?"
The blonde's eyes narrowed, stepping forwards. "Are the Telmarines the ones who destroyed Cair Paravel?"
"Of course they are." Trumpkin snorted. "Where have you lot been for the last few hundred years?"
"It's a bit of a long story." The youngest announced softly.
The archer female handed the blonde male's sword back to him.
Trumpkin noticed the hilt and his stomach did a dance as he looked up at the blonde.
His eyes narrowed as he surveyed the four of them.
"Oh, you've got
to be kidding me." He hissed hoarsely. "You're it? You're the Kings and Queens of old?"
"High King Peter...the Magnificent." The blonde male held his hand out.
Trumpkin gazed upon the husband of His Queen, ignoring the hand.
This was trouble.
After 1300 years they came back?
that His Queen was finally getting over their disappearance and getting on with her life?
Falling in love?
Starting a new family?
Trumpkin frowned darker, remembering the situation the High Queen found herself in presently thanks to the Telmarine Heir.
It'd seemed like the perfect happening, the compromise that could join Old Narnia and New Narnia once more.
And yet now...
"Tell me..." High King Peter took in a deep breath. "What happened to my wife? Did she-? Did she die a peaceful death?"
There was raw, true hurt in that voice.
Trumpkin sighed, looking between them all, seeing the same pain and question on their faces.
The Dwarf took in a deep breath. "The High Queen lives."
"What?" King Edmund looked up. "But that's impossible! Its been hundreds of years since..."
"1300 years, to be precise." Trumpkin corrected, seeing their eyes widen. "We all believed that you had died. But the High Queen lives, and reigns over the survivors of the massacre of Cair Paravel in hiding."
"How?" High King Peter whispered, hope in his voice.
Trumpkin sighed. "Come, there is much you must know, but I'll tell you on the way to her."
Still, there were somethings that the High Queen was going to have to tell her husband on her own.
Like the fact that she'd conceived the heir of Narnia...and that the father was another.