Fifteen

“Wait, stop! You can’t just march over there, what do you expect to do?” I cried.

“What do you think I’m going to do?”

“There is nothing illegal about what he did, there is nothing you can do.” I grabbed his arm and tried to stop him, but he just dragged me along.

“I advise you to listen to Her Highness,” Carlak said.

Caspian growled and turned around. “Why are you stopping me? He deserves death.”

“He deserves far worse than that, but there isn’t anything that can be done. Please, do not do this, it isn’t what I want.”

“Of course, it is what I want.”

“Your Highness…” Carlak muttered.

Caspian closed his eyes and composed himself. “What would you have me do about it, my dear?”

I held his hand again. “I want you to help me get over it if you will.”

His face softened and he squeezed my hand. Although it felt the same, there was some reassurance I had never felt from anyone before.

“I’m sorry, I acted irrationally.” He sighed and sat back down. “Please, let’s eat and continue ta