Caspian had absolutely no clue when everything fell down from the precipice he sat atop on. Perhaps it was when his own uncle sought out to slaughter him so his son could be the next king, or maybe it was when he found out Narnians were real. And holy shit, animals could talk.

He wasn’t in his right mind after that. For ages, he knew his uncle was a cruel man, but he didn’t think it would turn into this. All of those myths and fairy tales his Professor told him turned into real life, and he didn’t know what to do anymore.

Well, you seemed to be doing just fine at distracting him. You were the Pevensie’s cousin, had appeared next to them when he met them, and all he could do now was just stare at you, his head in some type of dream land, smiling at you, and, oh, can’t forget how he’d have to be shoved just to hear anyone else talk that wasn’t you.