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.
Peter sat in front of the cracked Stone Table and looked at the carving of Aslan. Things had been easier back in the day, with the Lion by his side to offer words of wisdom and encouragement when things were dark.
He sighed and lowered his head.
Lucy, returned from her walk with the others, sat down besides him.
Peter sent her a sideways glance. "You're lucky, you know."
"What do you mean?" She frowned.
"To have seen him." Peter's gaze rose to the carving once more. "I wish he'd just give me some kind of proof."
"Maybe we're the ones who need to prove ourselves to him." The littlest Queen whispered.
Peter turned to look at her.
She was so young, yet so wise sometimes.
Edmund ran towards them. "Pete, you'd better come quickly."
Peter and Lucy exchanged looks before hurrying after their brother, and outside Aslan's How they reached Chloe, Caspian, Susan and Trumpkin...following their gaze outwards.
A numberless Telmarine army approached.
Miraz, in full armor, rode in front.
"Inside." Caspian motioned them. "Inside."
They congregated about the Stone Table, the surviving Narnians looking to their leaders for guidance.
"We're out numbered and out weaponed." Edmund pointed out, folding his arms over his chest. "And we've already explained how they could just starve us out if they wished so staying in here and doing nothing isn't an option."
"But we can't beat them." Susan pointed out. "Not-not after the loss we suffered last night. We don't have enough soldiers."
"The odds were against you during the battle with the White Witch." Caspian pointed out, refusing to be conquered. "And yet you won that battle. You can win this one as well."
"We didn't win that battle." Peter whispered, looking at Lucy. "Aslan won it."
Lucy nodded. "It's our only hope."
"Wait, what is our only hope?" Caspian frowned.
Chloe, who'd been watching silently the whole while, stood. "Lucy's going to find Aslan."
"Cakes and kettledrums!" Trumpkin snapped, glaring at High King Peter. "That's your next big plan? Sending a little girl alone into the darkest parts of the forest alone?"
"It's our only chance." Peter responded, feeling the weight of this decision heavy upon his soul, yet knowing that it had to be done.
"And she won't be alone." Chloe went to stand behind her young sister-in-law, hands on her shoulders. "I will go with her."
Caspian's face went horrified. "My Queen-."
"No! I refuse to let you go as well!" Trumpkin snapped before turning to Peter, furious. "Haven't enough died already?"
Peter lowered his gaze.
"Nikabrik was my friend too, Trumpkin." Trufflehunter placed his hand on the Dwarf's shoulder. "But he lost hope. Queen Lucy and High Queen Chloe haven't. And neither have I."
Trumpkin turned to the two Queens. "I'm going with you."
"No, you're needed here." Lucy smiled tenderly at him. "Chloe and I will be fine. And we'll bring Aslan back. Everything will be better one he's here. You'll see."
Trumpkin's gaze went to Chloe. "I swore to protect you always."
"And you have my dear friend." Chloe went towards him and bent down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "But I can defend myself and Lucy, you know that. I couldn't-before-because of the baby. But now I can fight."
Caspian gazed down.
Trumpkin sighed and nodded. "We will hold them off until you two come back."
"If I may..." Caspian took in a deep breath, stepping forwards. "Miraz may be a tyrant and a murderer. But as king, he is subject to the traditions and expectations of his people." He cleared his throat. "There is one tradition in particular that may buy us some time."
Peter pushed aside all hostility, and listened.
Edmund, Glenstorm, and Wimbleweather walked across the battlefield, carrying green branches.
At his battle camp, Miraz watched through a telescope.
"Perhaps they intend to surrender." Glozelle, his right hand man, murmured.
"No." Miraz shook his head. "They are much too noble for that."
Wimbleweather and Glenstorm waited outside the tent while Edmund entered into Miraz's presence, and that of his councilmen.
The young man unrolled a scroll, and read what was written therein.
"I, Peter, by the gift of Aslan, by election and by conquest, High King of Narnia, Lord of Cair Paravel, and Emperor of the Lone Islands, in order to prevent the abominable effusion of blood, do hereby challenge the usurper Miraz to single combat upon the field of battle. The fight shall be to the death. The reward shall be total surrender."
Edmund then rolled up the scroll.
"Tell me, Prince Edmund-." Miraz begun.
"King." Edmund interrupted.
Miraz blinked. "Pardon?"
"It's King Edmund, actually." The youth before him replied. "Just King though. Peter is the High King." He then grinned. "I know, it can be confusing."
Miraz frowned, shaking his head at these titles, before speaking once more. "Why would we risk such a proposal when our army could wipe you out by nightfall?"
Edmund grinned the grin of someone who knew something and gloried in it. "Haven't you already underestimated our numbers? Only a week ago, Narnians were extinct."
"And so you will be again." Miraz promised, though the smile on the youth's face had him wary.
Were there a multitude of Narnians still lying in wait?
Surrounding the camp?
"Then you should have little to fear." Edmund smirked.
Miraz laughed, though even to his ears it sounded unnerved. "This is not a question of bravery."
That abominable smirk grew. "So you're bravely refusing to fight a swordsman half your age?"
"I didn't say I refused." That wariness continued to grow and grow.
That boy knew something that they didn't!
There was no other reason for this!
For his smirk!
Lord Marcholan spoke up. "You shall have our support, your majesty, whatever your decision."
Lord Sopespian turned to Miraz. "Sire, our military advantage alone allows us the perfect excuse to avoid-."
Miraz stood up, drawing his sword. "I am not avoiding anything!"
That little weasel, Sopespian, smiled. "I am merely pointed out that my lord is well within his rights to refuse."
"His majesty would never refuse." Glozelle, the traitor, spoke up. "He relishes the chance to show his people the bravery of their new king."
Unable to get out of this without looking a coward, Miraz pointed his sword at the abominable boy and his abominable scroll. "You had better hope your brother's sword proves sharper."
And that abominable smirk grew.
Inside Aslan's How, Lucy climbed up onto Caspian's horse.
Chloe hesitated below, making sure that her sai were on her belt, and her bow and arrow in place as well, before turning to Caspian, who had been readying the horse for them. "You and Peter were fools to listen, even if for a second, to the White Witch."
"I know." He whispered, looking as if he wanted to touch her but respected Lucy's presence and her connection to Peter enough not to. "I am sorry."
Chloe looked at him before ducking her gaze. "Thank you for lending us your horse-even if you're not happy with what we're doing."
"Destiel has always served me well." Caspian replied, ducking his gaze. "If I cannot be there by your side to protect you, I trust no one else with your lives."
Chloe looked up at him and smile softly.
He watched her in worry.
He wanted to ask her not to go.
She could see that.
But she could also see that he respected her decision, and wouldn't try to convince her not to go.
"We'll be in good hands...or hooves." Lucy smiled at Caspian, obviously wanting to comfort him.
Caspian looked at her and returned the smile. "You will."
Chloe took the opportunity to mount up in front of Lucy, taking the reigns, feelings Lucy's arms going around her waist. "Good luck." Caspian placed his hand on Destiel's neck. "Thank you." Chloe nodded.
"Be careful." Caspian finally begged. "Both of you."
She nodded, a small smile on her face, before riding off, knowing without looking behind her, that Caspian was watching them.
King Edmund and High King Peter walked out of Aslan's How as the Narnians cheered them on.
Not taking his eyes off of them, Miraz spoke to Glozelle. "If it should appear to be going poorly..." He shoved a crossbow at the man.
Glozelle nodded. "Understood, my lord."
High King Peter drew his sword and stepped forwards.
Taking a deep breath, Miraz stepped forwards as well as they began circling.
"There is still time to surrender." He told the much younger warrior.
"Well, feel free." High King Peter offered.
Miraz was shaken by the coolness from this young king, wary by his confidence.
Once more he felt that the Narnians knew something the Telmarines didn't.
"How many more must die for the throne?" He tried once more.
"Just one." Peter pulled down his helmet and jumped at Miraz.
In the forest, Chloe and Lucy rode away, Telmarine soldiers on horseback pursuing them. Chloe tried dodging, tried losing them, but there were too many and too close. They couldn't lose them.
Pulling Destiel to a stop, Chloe climbed off.
"What are you doing?" Lucy asked her in horror.
"I'm sorry, Lu." Chloe smiled sadly and passed the reigns to her. "But from the start I didn't think we'd be able to get passed them without being spotted."
"Is that...why you decided to come?" Lucy asked, tears forming.
"Go find Aslan, he's the only one who can save us." Chloe slapped the rump of the horse, sending it running away.
Lucy looked back right before she and Destiel disappeared over the hill.
Chloe turned towards the oncoming Telmarines, putting an arrow to the string of her bow and taking aim.
She was no Susan when it came to archery, but she could hold her own.
Her arrow flew true, killing the rider closest to her.
Quickly pulling out another arrow and another, Chloe sent them at the closest riders, making sure that none survived to get passed her and go after Lucy.
One got too close and sliced her bow in half.
Dropping it she pulled out a sai and slashed out, cutting the strap of his saddle, causing him to fall off of the horse.
The soldier snarled as he got up, drawing his sword as he charged.
Pulling out her other sai, Chloe twirled them in her hands before dodging the thrust towards her. She twirled and trapped the blade of the sword between one of the prongs projecting from the handle of her sai, and the handle itself. With a grunt and perfected move, she twisted her sai and the sword's blade broke, and her other sai sliced his neck open.
Pulling both sai free she turned and threw the other at the soldier charging her on horse.
The blade and the prongs embedded themselves into his stomach and he fell off of the horse.
Turning, she threw the other at the other soldier coming at her.
He fell dead as well.
The sound of hooves racing towards her caused her to turn in time to see two more racing towards her.
She wouldn't be able to reach the sai in time.
The blonde closed her eyes, wondering if when she died she'd be with her baby.
A scream caused her eyes to flew open, and she watched as one of the soldiers fell off his horse, arrows sticking out of his back.
Caspian appeared on a horse, sword held high, charging the other soldier.
Their blades clashed, their horses neighing.
Finally, a cry rang throughout the forest, and the soldier fell, his leg caught on the reigns, and he was dragged by his horse.
Chloe had picked up her sai, and now watched him being dragged away, before turning in time to see Caspian dismount and come towards her, pulling her to him.
She hugged him tightly, breathing in his scent. "Why am I not surprised that you followed us?"
"You know me?" Caspian chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Lucy got through?"
"Good." He reached for her hand to led her back to the horse, helping her mount before climbing up after her.
With a flick of the reigns, they rode back towards Peter and the battle.