Post by King Caspian X on Jan 22, 2010 16:35:56 GMT -5
Even though Caspian was happy to be home, a shack on the isle of Telmar would have been more comfortable than this place in its condition. Dust and dirt covered the floor, along with a torn up carpet and broken furniture. Fleeing the castle, the King suspected that the place would be taken over by someone. What happened was that no one claimed it, and so Jadis's minions were free to run through it. The place still stood, but it would take time before life phased to its regular rhythm for the people of Telmar. The physical damage could be fixed, but only time could heal the war's effects on the Telmarine people.
Caspian might have been a King, but it didn't mean that he couldn't assist in cleaning his home. He picked up a chair knocked over and set it down, blowing off some dirt. If this was what the foyer looked like, the telmarine could only imagine the rest of the castle. It was strange to think this was the same place where he'd grown up. It looked so different, but Caspian could still picture the castle in its glory days. The days before everything had occurred with his Uncle and the Pevensies, when he was but a Prince.
Thinking of the old days put memories of Cornelius into his mind. The neutral expression on the telmarines face turned sad thinking of the old man. He'd passed away while they were on the island. Caspian had not only lost a good friend, but his mentor and adviser as well. Who would be able to guide him now, especially in a post-war period like this? Of course the Telmarine could easily get a new adviser, but it just wouldn't be the same. No one could ever replace Cornelius. Caspian one day might find someone new, but it would never be the same as the dwarf half-breed.
Since his return, Caspian's curiosity was telling him to find out whether Raine Moore had survived the war. She was a girl Caspian met on the island of Telmar, a daughter of one of his old generals. Raine interested Caspian; she was so different from most girls he'd met. Most court ladies he'd met were meek and mousy, but she was so much more than that. The King didn't care at all about her status; her personality made up for that.
Caspian might have been a King, but it didn't mean that he couldn't assist in cleaning his home. He picked up a chair knocked over and set it down, blowing off some dirt. If this was what the foyer looked like, the telmarine could only imagine the rest of the castle. It was strange to think this was the same place where he'd grown up. It looked so different, but Caspian could still picture the castle in its glory days. The days before everything had occurred with his Uncle and the Pevensies, when he was but a Prince.
Thinking of the old days put memories of Cornelius into his mind. The neutral expression on the telmarines face turned sad thinking of the old man. He'd passed away while they were on the island. Caspian had not only lost a good friend, but his mentor and adviser as well. Who would be able to guide him now, especially in a post-war period like this? Of course the Telmarine could easily get a new adviser, but it just wouldn't be the same. No one could ever replace Cornelius. Caspian one day might find someone new, but it would never be the same as the dwarf half-breed.
Since his return, Caspian's curiosity was telling him to find out whether Raine Moore had survived the war. She was a girl Caspian met on the island of Telmar, a daughter of one of his old generals. Raine interested Caspian; she was so different from most girls he'd met. Most court ladies he'd met were meek and mousy, but she was so much more than that. The King didn't care at all about her status; her personality made up for that.
