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The Coronation Ball of King Caspian X, King of Narnia, Emperor of the Lone Islands, Lord of Cair Paravel.

But they are not in the ruins of Cair Paravel. They are in the castle of the Telmarines.

"May I have this dance?"

"I cannot refuse an order of the King."

"It is not an order, it is a request. Please."

She watches him carefully, with dark eyes that hold guilt and faded contempt. Then she accepts his hand, and they are on the smooth floor, dancing amidst courtiers, soldiers, fauns, cats, mice, and the Kings and Queens of Old. He is young grace on his feet and she is seasoned elegance on hers. They dance well together, complimentary.

"You are very good."

"I believe I have you to thank."

"Do not thank me for anything, Caspian."

The music slows, coming to a rest as his fingers spread along the silk at her lower back. His posture is tall and confident. The fine structure that defines his nobleman's cheek and jaw doesn't demand respect but it deserves it.

"I have learned to refuse ill will when it is better of me to do so."

She doesn't say anything to this and turns in time with the music that begins the next measure. Her movements are beyond practice, natural, and she invests her attention in this to avoid his. He knows what she is doing, but he follows her and doesn't miss a step. Perhaps no one knows they are even conversing.

"Whatever it is that troubles you, I'll give you a clear mind and a clear heart."

He insists quietly, when they are side to side, facing opposite directions while the flat of their palms touch. She looks at him again and her dark brows knit. For a moment she sees his father, the man to whom she gave her heart could not be. She wonders who had really been betrayed, and it's this that troubles her. Her world is not the same.

She curls her fingers around his and turns him so that they are facing each other. She raises her other hand to his face and kisses his cheek. The dance is at its end.

"I am sorry, Caspian."

Her sincerity sooths him and for a moment he truly believes it washes away years of their lives.

He returns the kiss in kind and nods. He knows she is conflicted, and it's not his place to add anymore to its weight.

"Thank you for this dance, Aunt Prunaprismia."

He raises her hand to brush his lips across her fingers then releases. There's a cheerful clapping, but it's only for the court's performance.

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You would not know the words if you tried.

adamantined

I could just make up something. Or say 'watermelon watermelon watermelon' the whole time. That's what you say when you're trying to pretend you know the words to a song, because it makes it look like you actually do. Just... so you know.

Watermelon? I will have to keep this in mind. But you will not fool me out of a proper dance.

I'm pretty crafty.

I am learning my way around you and yours, Claire.

You make it sound like we're dangerous people, Caspian.

A challenge perhaps, but not dangerous.

Those could be the same thing in certain situations!

Not this one.

Next time I see you, I'll just have to show you that I'm a very dangerous person.

I am more than ready for the challenge, Claire.

I can just picture you saying that - very seriously.

But I would never go as far as to... fuck you up.

Where -

Caspian.

Who'd you hear that from?

Eden. I do mean it.

You shouldn't say it like that.

I don't understand. She said it means to hurt someone badly.

It does but... it's kind of a bad way of putting it. I mean, people curse all the time but there are better ways of saying it.

~~Oh my god I'm laughing so hard I can't breathe.~~

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or write a song nobody has sung, or do something that's never been done

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