[fifteen: his name was Oliver]

Caspian looked at the carvings of the Pevensies at Aslan's How, his heart aching as he looked at the last one that presented the Selfless Queen who had failed to return after the battle - she was his best friend in this world and he let her get captured. He could never forgive himself. He was so devoured in his own thoughts that he didn't realise that Nikabrik walked up behind him, a wicked smile on his face.

"Are you so glad of that magic horn now, boy?" Nikabrik asked Caspian in a mocking turn. "The kings and queens have failed us. Your army is half dead. And those that aren't will be soon enough."

"What do you want?" Caspian asked tiredly as he refused to look at the dwarf. "Congratulations?"

"You want your uncle's blood. So do we. You want his throne. We can get it for you." He states and Nikabrik walks away. Caspian hesitates but then follows him him hesitantly as they enter the Stone Table room.

"You tried one ancient power. It failed. But there is power greater still. One that kept even Aslan at bay for near a hundred years." They hear something and Caspian draws his sword, and steps forward. A cloaked figure steps out of the shadows and starts slowly walking towards Caspian.

"Who's there?" Caspian asked, his sword still raised as he stared at the hooded figure - a paw releasing from under the cloak.

" I am hunger, I am thirst. I can fast a hundred years and not die. I can lie a hundred nights on the ice and not freeze. I can drink a river of blood and not burst.Show...me...your enemies!" He sneers and the werewolf throws off his hood, shocking Caspian as a hag approaches.

"And you can guarantee Miraz' death?" Caspian asked, tricked by a wave of naivety as he stared at the hag and the werewolf.

"And more." The hag assures as Caspian puts away his sword, and then looks back at Nikabrik. The dwarf only nods. "Let the circle be drawn."

The hag begins saying strange words as the werewolf draws a circle on the ground around Caspian. The hag pulls out the White Witch's wand, and sticks it into the ground. Suddenly ice grows up, covering the image of Aslan on the How walls. Within the ice wall, the White Witch appears and Caspian's eyes widen in fear as he looks at her - trying to escape the circle.

"Wait..." He whispers as he looks at Nikabrik. "This isn't what I wanted!"

"One drop of Adam's blood and you free me. Then I am yours, my king." The witch murmured sweetly, her voice soaked in sugar as she stared at the Prince with an assuring smile.

"No!" The werewolf grabs Caspian's hand, and the hag cuts it and blood trickles down his hand, Caspian wincing in pain. The White Witch sticks her hand out of the ice slowly as she smiles. Caspian looks at the Witch in the eye... and then for a moment seems to stop resisting.

"Stop!"

Peter, Edmund, and Trumpkin run into the room and draw their swords. The werewolf crawls over the Stone Table and attacks. Nikabrik and Trumpkin sword fight ferociously whilst the hag knocks Peter's sword out of his hand and Edmund swings at the werewolf. The werewolf howls. Nikabrik stands over Trumpkin, but unexpectedly Lucy comes up and puts her dagger to Nikabrik's throat. Nikabrik twists Lucy's arm around and throws her to the floor harshly - igniting anger in Trumpkin's body. Peter kicks the hag into a pillar and she falls as Edmund runs away, turns back, and hits the werewolf. Nikabrik looks at Lucy and hesitates, and then Trumpkin stabs him in the back - watching as he falls. The Witch however, keeps reaching towards Caspian.

"Come on..." She whispers before Peter pushes Caspian away and points his sword at the Witch.

"Get away from him!" He shouts and the White Witch falls back a little.

"Peter dear... I have missed you. Come, just one drop." She whispers sweetly as the Witch reaches towards Peter. "You know you can't do this alone."

Peter hesitates, and then lowers his sword a little as he stares at the woman - feeling entranced in her look as he begins to lean forward towards her. Then suddenly the Witch groans, and the ice wall shatters. Edmund stands behind with his sword still drawn, looking at where his worst fear had been only moments ago before he looks towards his brother.

"I know. You had it sorted." He reuses Peter's words and Edmund walks away. Peter and Caspian look at the carving of Aslan for a moment then they look back and see Susan holding Ronald's hand before the two look at Peter and Caspian before they walk out.

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"Ed?" Susan asked as she, Ron, Lucy, Caspian and Peter found him sitting outside in the cold a little while later - his face still stained with tears which was a clear indication that he had stopped crying only a while before.

"Leave me alone." Edmund mumbled as he continued to look forward into the night, his hand holding tightly onto Genevieve's wedding rings and armory rings as he took a deep breath - not believing that she was really gone. 

"Are you alright?" Peter asked and Edmund only rolled his eyes as his eyebrows furrowed - still refusing to look at any of his siblings.

"My wife might be dead and you're seriously asking me if I'm alright?" He asked and was met by a moment of silence.

"He's only trying to help Edmund." Lucy whispered and Edmund rolled his eyes as he stood up.

"Being helpful would be trying to bring my wife back." Edmund stated and Peter looked at him in anger as he stared at his brother in disbelief.

"I am trying!" Peter claimed and Edmund scoffed as he looked into his brothers eyes.

"Clearly not hard enough!" He shouted as the two pull their swords out to each other, shocking everyone else as Ron ran between them and held his hands up.

"Stop this! Both of you!" He screamed as he looked between the two whose eyes were still trained on each other with anger dancing across them.

"Stay out of this Ron." Peter demanded as Susan tried to pull the boy back.

"Ron don't!"

"Listen to Susan Ron!" Edmund stated his eyes still on Peter.

"No you listen!" Ron shouted, frightening the two Pevensie boys who lowered their swords a little. "My cousin did not stay in Narnia an extra twenty years to raise a child to be treated like this."

"Ron listen Genevieve wouldn't want you to-" Caspian tried to say, knowing that Ron had just made the biggest mistake as he saw the look on Edmund's face where his eyes were wide.

"She has worked so so hard-" Ron rambled before Edmund dropped his sword and crouched in front of Ron.

"What child?" Edmund asked and Ron's eyes widened as he placed his hands over his mouth due to his mistake.

"I've said too much!"

"Ron. What child?" Edmund pressed him, watching as Ron sighed and looked to the floor before meeting Edmund's eyes again.

"I suppose its too late to turn back now," Ron whispered before he took a sharp intake of breath. "his name was Oliver."

"Ron, who is Oliver? Everyone keeps mentioning him." Lucy asked but Ronald just kept his eyes trained on the ground, not willing to look into anybodys eyes as he spoke.

"He was the King that Genevieve left to rule so that she could leave Narnia."

"But where did he come from? Why did she choose him to rule?" Peter asked in confusion before Ron finally raised his eyes to look at Peter with a sad look in her eye.

"Why wouldn't she leave her own son as heir?" Ron asked before he directed his attention to Edmund's whose eyes widened at the words the young boy had muttered moments ago.

"She had a child." He whispered in conformation to which Ron only nodded as he took a sharp intake of breath. "With who?"

"Edmund." Susan muttered as she takes his arm. "Oliver is your son."

"What? How do you know?" Edmund asked his sister who only sent him a sad look.

"I heard her talking about it. Oliver's your son."

"My son?" He repeated as a smile lit up on her face before falling. "Why didn't I know?"

"You left the day she was going to tell you. That's the reason why she's so hard with you." Caspian stated and Edmund only looked at him in confusion. "That's what we were speaking about the other night."

"I don't understand." Edmund said as he looked between Caspian and Ron in confusion.

It was too much information for him to handle in one day!

"You left her to rule a country on her own and to be a single mother as well as giving the Pevensies a bad name for abandonment. She can forgive the fact that you left but she hasn't forgiven you for leaving when you did - she's heartbroken." Caspian admitted and Edmund's gaze fell to the floor as he sniffed, hoping to stop himself from crying.

"Why didn't she tell me?" He asked, his voice hoarse as he stared at Caspian with pleading eyes.

"She told me she wasn't ready but I convinced her to tell you. She just didn't have the chance." Caspian stated as he watched the tears well up in his eyes. "But knowing my uncle he wouldn't have killed her as shes valuable, he would have locked her away in a cell."

"We need to save her!" Peter concluded and everyone agreed as Edmund picked up his sword in determination.

"But how?" Peter asked his brother who only shrugged as he looked at his older brother with a small smile.

"I'm not sure but we need too! I'm not going to let the love of my life die in a cell!" Edmund proclaimed before he walked back into the How, plotting how he was going to save his wife and let her know that he knew.

Edmund smiled for a moment before he located Trufflehunter in the distance and stopped in front of the badger who bowed towards him.

"How much can you tell me about Oliver?" Edmund asked and Trufflehunter only smiled as he looked at the King with a smile.

He had a son and he was happy at the fact.

His little Oliver Percy Pevensie.