Thanks! I'm proud of it cx I'm not used to writing more than one character at a time, so it was fun to experiment with bouncing between Caspian and Jacob
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I got interrupted by a few phone calls, but I'm finally done with this one! It was really long with both POVs
Cas nodded resolutely when Iris asked if he was sure. If he’d had a choice, he would have preferred not to move anymore, but they didn’t have the luxury of waiting around for him to heal. The only way he would recover was with medical treatment, and the only place to get that was at the capital. As much as it hurt, he had to keep moving, so they could make it there before anyone else from the rebellion spotted them, and they would lose what seemed to be their last chance of escaping.
Forcing himself up from the ground, he leaned against Iris as she took his arm and braced his body against hers. He hadn’t thought much about it before, but he was impressed with her stamina. He was larger than she was and weighed more, so it had to be difficult for her to half-carry him all the way from the prison to the capital, but he hadn’t heard her complain once or ask to take any breaks. Knowing she had to be getting tired too, he did his best to match her steady pace as they continued to walk toward the center of the kingdom. When they arrived, he planned to make sure the guards took her someplace where she could get some decent rest after everything she had done to help him get away from the Scourge.
The remainder of the trip was arduous and felt longer than it probably was. Cas stumbled a few times, quickly losing what remained of his energy until he was left panting and struggling not to buckle beneath the pain of his wounds. Darkness rimmed the edges of his vision, and he could tell that if they didn’t arrive soon, he wasn’t going to make it. Blood trickled down his leg, the bandages too thoroughly saturated to contain it anymore, and his lungs felt like they were collapsing in on themselves. However, just as he was beginning to lose hope, he heard Iris say that they were there.
Weak with relief, he looked up from the ground to see that they had arrived at the border. The wall that separated the city of high borns from the rest of the country was just up ahead. Thank god, he thought dizzily, spurred onward by the sight. He hadn’t thought he would be so happy to see the capital again after all he’d been through in the last week, but at that moment, the looming towers were a promise of sanctuary, and that was just what he needed after being captured and tortured by two different groups of rebels.
Meanwhile, just beyond the fence line, the guards who had been stationed to work that day were monitoring their computer screens for signs of intrusion. The team that had been assigned to this section of the border had been “let go” and replaced the same day the prince’s absence had been noticed. No one had seen or heard from any of them since then, and rumor had it that the king had quietly executed them for their incompetence. As such, the new soldiers were dedicated to their jobs, constantly observing the area in shifts and instating plans to have the dilapidated fence line replaced with a sturdier stone wall.
That day, Jacob had stopped by to check on their work. Since the incident, the king had placed him in charge of updating the capital’s security, especially at the site of his son’s abduction. It was his responsibility to make sure no one was slacking off, since that had been the reason for the loss of the crown prince in the first place. Twice a week, he reviewed their reports and ran diagnostics tests on their equipment, ensuring that everything was fully functioning before he would return to the palace to resume leading the royal security team. It was a lot to do in one day, but it was necessary work, so he handled all of it without griping.
Examining the infrared system that had recently been installed, he sat near the back of the room while the soldiers went about their business independently, putting on a hell of a display of pointing out anything that could be conceived as movement and discussing whether or not they should send someone to investigate it. He knew they were just trying to impress him, but their over-the-top “attentiveness” began to grate on his nerves after a while.
As they pointed out yet another “possible intruder” he groaned and tilted his head back in exasperation. “It’s a waste of manpower to send a scout every time you morons see a god damn squirrel outside,” he chided them bluntly. “Keep your asses in your seats unless you see something worth looking at.”
His sharp tone seemed to catch the soldiers off guard, and they fell quiet simultaneously, returning to their work. The silence was relieving to Jacob, and he fixed his attention on the infrared again, checking each camera to make sure they were all properly wired until his task was interrupted again by a voice.
“Look, someone’s approaching from the east.”
“Seriously? The son of a bitch isn’t even trying to sneak up on us. Is he stupid?”
“I think there are actually two of them… See? That one is carrying the other.”
“Think they’re here for medical attention or trying to trick us?”
“Who cares? They can’t come in. Let’s just gun them down.”
“What’s going on over there?” Jacob knitted his brows, abandoning the infrared to step over to the monitors. Leaning over them, he squinted slightly as he located the figures the other guards were talking about. He could see what they meant when they said that one of them looked injured. Between the two, one person was clearly supporting the other on the screen. He wondered why they were trying to do by approaching the fence.
On the ground, Cas could feel his heart flutter with nervous excitement as they drew nearer to the border. He couldn’t see any soldiers at the city line, but he knew there had to be some nearby. Every part of the capital was defended by trained guards. He just hoped they would wait long enough to recognize him before they drew their weapons.
Trying to hasten his pace in his eagerness to get to safety, his breath hitched as an especially sharp burst of pain resonated from his leg. Apparently moving faster hadn’t been good for the open wound. The stabbing sensation made him feel even more lightheaded than he already was, and he staggered, fighting the overwhelming urge to black out. They were so close to the capital. He couldn’t give up with just meters to go. However, his body betrayed him as his legs gave way, and he slipped from Iris’s side, dropping heavily to the ground.
Jacob watched the scene from the tower and narrowed his eyes contemplatively. Something about the man who’d fallen almost seemed familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on what it was. He leaned even closer, ignoring the way the blue light of the monitor glared harshly against his eyes. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d met him before. Maybe it was a known and wanted fugitive, or a rebel whose photo he’d memorized before. He mulled over it for about a minute before he caught a glimpse of the man’s face.
No way. Shock gripped him as he finally realized who he was looking at. He wasn’t sure how it was possible, but Prince Caspian was alive.
“Tower seven to team Sierra Foxtrot forty-one, we have a couple of trespassers approaching the eastern wall. Shoot to kill.”
At the sound of the order, Jacob’s eyes widened, and he snatched the com device out of the soldier’s hand. “Sierra Foxtrot forty-one, this is Curry. Hold your fire,” he barked before shooting the other guard a scathing look. “You imbecile, take a closer look at the screen. One of them isn’t a rebel.”
The soldier stared at him for a moment before he did as he was told. He turned to the monitor and looked at it for a long moment before he inhaled sharply, “Is that…”
“It is,” Jacob confirmed with a curt nod. “His Highness’s son is alive, but by the looks of him, just barely.” Lifting the com device to his mouth again, he sent the team another order, “Stand down. That’s our missing prince out there.” Quickly, he tossed the device on the desk and turned around to jog for the door, doling out more commands as he went, “Someone call an ambulance! And I want two of you to come with me. I don’t know who he’s with, but we can’t take any chances.” Drawing his own gun from its holster, he made a dash for the elevator that would take him down to the base level, followed closely by a pair of soldiers.
“Put your hands up,” Cas warned Iris quickly, glancing up at her from the ground. They were in the direct line of sight of the nearest watch tower, and he didn’t want her to be shot while he struggled to get up again. If the military jumped to the conclusion that they were terrorists, they wouldn’t have a chance to defend themselves. Concerned for her safety, he pressed his good hand down and groaned as he tried to lift himself into a sitting position so they could keep moving. Unfortunately, he found that it was too difficult, and he collapsed again just as a group of soldiers came sprinting toward them from the door at the base of the structure.
“Don’t move!” one of them snapped, lifting his gun and aiming it at Iris. “Stay where you are, or I’ll shoot.”
Forcing himself up from the ground, he leaned against Iris as she took his arm and braced his body against hers. He hadn’t thought much about it before, but he was impressed with her stamina. He was larger than she was and weighed more, so it had to be difficult for her to half-carry him all the way from the prison to the capital, but he hadn’t heard her complain once or ask to take any breaks. Knowing she had to be getting tired too, he did his best to match her steady pace as they continued to walk toward the center of the kingdom. When they arrived, he planned to make sure the guards took her someplace where she could get some decent rest after everything she had done to help him get away from the Scourge.
The remainder of the trip was arduous and felt longer than it probably was. Cas stumbled a few times, quickly losing what remained of his energy until he was left panting and struggling not to buckle beneath the pain of his wounds. Darkness rimmed the edges of his vision, and he could tell that if they didn’t arrive soon, he wasn’t going to make it. Blood trickled down his leg, the bandages too thoroughly saturated to contain it anymore, and his lungs felt like they were collapsing in on themselves. However, just as he was beginning to lose hope, he heard Iris say that they were there.
Weak with relief, he looked up from the ground to see that they had arrived at the border. The wall that separated the city of high borns from the rest of the country was just up ahead. Thank god, he thought dizzily, spurred onward by the sight. He hadn’t thought he would be so happy to see the capital again after all he’d been through in the last week, but at that moment, the looming towers were a promise of sanctuary, and that was just what he needed after being captured and tortured by two different groups of rebels.
Meanwhile, just beyond the fence line, the guards who had been stationed to work that day were monitoring their computer screens for signs of intrusion. The team that had been assigned to this section of the border had been “let go” and replaced the same day the prince’s absence had been noticed. No one had seen or heard from any of them since then, and rumor had it that the king had quietly executed them for their incompetence. As such, the new soldiers were dedicated to their jobs, constantly observing the area in shifts and instating plans to have the dilapidated fence line replaced with a sturdier stone wall.
That day, Jacob had stopped by to check on their work. Since the incident, the king had placed him in charge of updating the capital’s security, especially at the site of his son’s abduction. It was his responsibility to make sure no one was slacking off, since that had been the reason for the loss of the crown prince in the first place. Twice a week, he reviewed their reports and ran diagnostics tests on their equipment, ensuring that everything was fully functioning before he would return to the palace to resume leading the royal security team. It was a lot to do in one day, but it was necessary work, so he handled all of it without griping.
Examining the infrared system that had recently been installed, he sat near the back of the room while the soldiers went about their business independently, putting on a hell of a display of pointing out anything that could be conceived as movement and discussing whether or not they should send someone to investigate it. He knew they were just trying to impress him, but their over-the-top “attentiveness” began to grate on his nerves after a while.
As they pointed out yet another “possible intruder” he groaned and tilted his head back in exasperation. “It’s a waste of manpower to send a scout every time you morons see a god damn squirrel outside,” he chided them bluntly. “Keep your asses in your seats unless you see something worth looking at.”
His sharp tone seemed to catch the soldiers off guard, and they fell quiet simultaneously, returning to their work. The silence was relieving to Jacob, and he fixed his attention on the infrared again, checking each camera to make sure they were all properly wired until his task was interrupted again by a voice.
“Look, someone’s approaching from the east.”
“Seriously? The son of a bitch isn’t even trying to sneak up on us. Is he stupid?”
“I think there are actually two of them… See? That one is carrying the other.”
“Think they’re here for medical attention or trying to trick us?”
“Who cares? They can’t come in. Let’s just gun them down.”
“What’s going on over there?” Jacob knitted his brows, abandoning the infrared to step over to the monitors. Leaning over them, he squinted slightly as he located the figures the other guards were talking about. He could see what they meant when they said that one of them looked injured. Between the two, one person was clearly supporting the other on the screen. He wondered why they were trying to do by approaching the fence.
On the ground, Cas could feel his heart flutter with nervous excitement as they drew nearer to the border. He couldn’t see any soldiers at the city line, but he knew there had to be some nearby. Every part of the capital was defended by trained guards. He just hoped they would wait long enough to recognize him before they drew their weapons.
Trying to hasten his pace in his eagerness to get to safety, his breath hitched as an especially sharp burst of pain resonated from his leg. Apparently moving faster hadn’t been good for the open wound. The stabbing sensation made him feel even more lightheaded than he already was, and he staggered, fighting the overwhelming urge to black out. They were so close to the capital. He couldn’t give up with just meters to go. However, his body betrayed him as his legs gave way, and he slipped from Iris’s side, dropping heavily to the ground.
Jacob watched the scene from the tower and narrowed his eyes contemplatively. Something about the man who’d fallen almost seemed familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on what it was. He leaned even closer, ignoring the way the blue light of the monitor glared harshly against his eyes. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d met him before. Maybe it was a known and wanted fugitive, or a rebel whose photo he’d memorized before. He mulled over it for about a minute before he caught a glimpse of the man’s face.
No way. Shock gripped him as he finally realized who he was looking at. He wasn’t sure how it was possible, but Prince Caspian was alive.
“Tower seven to team Sierra Foxtrot forty-one, we have a couple of trespassers approaching the eastern wall. Shoot to kill.”
At the sound of the order, Jacob’s eyes widened, and he snatched the com device out of the soldier’s hand. “Sierra Foxtrot forty-one, this is Curry. Hold your fire,” he barked before shooting the other guard a scathing look. “You imbecile, take a closer look at the screen. One of them isn’t a rebel.”
The soldier stared at him for a moment before he did as he was told. He turned to the monitor and looked at it for a long moment before he inhaled sharply, “Is that…”
“It is,” Jacob confirmed with a curt nod. “His Highness’s son is alive, but by the looks of him, just barely.” Lifting the com device to his mouth again, he sent the team another order, “Stand down. That’s our missing prince out there.” Quickly, he tossed the device on the desk and turned around to jog for the door, doling out more commands as he went, “Someone call an ambulance! And I want two of you to come with me. I don’t know who he’s with, but we can’t take any chances.” Drawing his own gun from its holster, he made a dash for the elevator that would take him down to the base level, followed closely by a pair of soldiers.
“Put your hands up,” Cas warned Iris quickly, glancing up at her from the ground. They were in the direct line of sight of the nearest watch tower, and he didn’t want her to be shot while he struggled to get up again. If the military jumped to the conclusion that they were terrorists, they wouldn’t have a chance to defend themselves. Concerned for her safety, he pressed his good hand down and groaned as he tried to lift himself into a sitting position so they could keep moving. Unfortunately, he found that it was too difficult, and he collapsed again just as a group of soldiers came sprinting toward them from the door at the base of the structure.
“Don’t move!” one of them snapped, lifting his gun and aiming it at Iris. “Stay where you are, or I’ll shoot.”
Sure! I might include part of his POV in my next post. He could be there to inspect the security at the border for Atlas when Cas and Iris show up :)
Yep! My friends just left, but now my mom is coming back into town later this afternoon xD
I've got the next few hours free to do whatever I want though, so there's that
And I'm super excited cx We're so close to the next problem scene
I've got the next few hours free to do whatever I want though, so there's that
And I'm super excited cx We're so close to the next problem scene
Cas glanced at Iris when she knelt beside him and then turned away again as he tried to get his ragged breathing back under control. He didn’t think she had anything to apologize for, since getting to the border of the capital was their top priority that day. If he hadn’t been in so much pain, he would have wanted to push through too. It was only because of his severe injuries that he’d been forced to give in and stop to recover his strength before they kept moving. He hated that he wasn’t able to keep up with even the slow pace she was setting as they made their way toward their destination.
His dark eyes flicked to her face again as she spoke about water before he peered over his shoulder, warily keeping watch for pursuers. It had been a while since the last time he’d had anything to drink, but that wasn’t the most pressing of priorities at the moment. When they got to the capital, he would be able to have water and be treated for the injuries he’d received since he’d left. What they needed to worry about was making sure they were able to reach the city in one piece. Self-care could wait, but they wouldn’t have selves to take care of if the rebels found them again and killed them before they made it to safety.
So, when she suggested that he could take a nap to recover faster, he shook his head. “No, I’m not going to sleep,” he replied, turning back to her determinedly. “I’ll rest after we get there.” If he’d had the breath, he would have explained himself further, but that was the most he could muster with his broken ribs. Aside from the looming threat of the rebels, he was also concerned that if he fell asleep, he wouldn’t be able to get back up again very easily. The last time he’d laid down, he had barely been able to pull himself upright. Even though he was sore, he had to stay awake, so he could keep moving quickly if they needed to.
Knowing that they were already halfway there was reassuring. As he looked himself over, he could see that his condition was rapidly deteriorating again, especially the injury to his leg. Apparently it had been hurting him because the bleeding had started up again as he’d walked on it. The bandages that the rebels had wrapped around his thigh were already stained red, and viscous liquid welled around the bottom edge of the cloth. If he hadn’t been so dehydrated, it probably would have started spilling over by now.
He grimaced at the sight and took a slow breath, trying to focus on anything but the pain that kept him down. He reminded himself that even though his whole body ached, he was just thirty minutes away from finding relief. They just needed to get to the border of the capital, and he could stop running altogether. They were so close.
Encouraged by the thought, he only spent about ten minutes resting before he shifted his weight on the ground to get up. “Ready now,” he told Iris shortly, saving his breath for the rest of the trip. “Help me up?” Usually he would have tried to take care of himself, but he knew he was in no condition to stand without assistance, so he set his pride aside and held out his good hand to her.
His dark eyes flicked to her face again as she spoke about water before he peered over his shoulder, warily keeping watch for pursuers. It had been a while since the last time he’d had anything to drink, but that wasn’t the most pressing of priorities at the moment. When they got to the capital, he would be able to have water and be treated for the injuries he’d received since he’d left. What they needed to worry about was making sure they were able to reach the city in one piece. Self-care could wait, but they wouldn’t have selves to take care of if the rebels found them again and killed them before they made it to safety.
So, when she suggested that he could take a nap to recover faster, he shook his head. “No, I’m not going to sleep,” he replied, turning back to her determinedly. “I’ll rest after we get there.” If he’d had the breath, he would have explained himself further, but that was the most he could muster with his broken ribs. Aside from the looming threat of the rebels, he was also concerned that if he fell asleep, he wouldn’t be able to get back up again very easily. The last time he’d laid down, he had barely been able to pull himself upright. Even though he was sore, he had to stay awake, so he could keep moving quickly if they needed to.
Knowing that they were already halfway there was reassuring. As he looked himself over, he could see that his condition was rapidly deteriorating again, especially the injury to his leg. Apparently it had been hurting him because the bleeding had started up again as he’d walked on it. The bandages that the rebels had wrapped around his thigh were already stained red, and viscous liquid welled around the bottom edge of the cloth. If he hadn’t been so dehydrated, it probably would have started spilling over by now.
He grimaced at the sight and took a slow breath, trying to focus on anything but the pain that kept him down. He reminded himself that even though his whole body ached, he was just thirty minutes away from finding relief. They just needed to get to the border of the capital, and he could stop running altogether. They were so close.
Encouraged by the thought, he only spent about ten minutes resting before he shifted his weight on the ground to get up. “Ready now,” he told Iris shortly, saving his breath for the rest of the trip. “Help me up?” Usually he would have tried to take care of himself, but he knew he was in no condition to stand without assistance, so he set his pride aside and held out his good hand to her.
Yep! Also we got invited to a party that's happening soon, so I'm gonna be busy with that now. I feel like we're just doing stuff all the time lately haha. It's all good though because it's mostly fun stuff rather than work ^^
When Iris pointed out that calling attention to themselves might not be the best idea, Cas frowned. He supposed he hadn’t really thought the plan through, but he also wasn’t used to seeing the soldiers in Aspirian colors as his enemies. As the crown prince of the kingdom, they had been on his side for his entire life. Even as a child, he’d been around soldiers who were stationed to guard the capital, and he’d grown accustomed to seeking them out if he needed something or had a task for them to do. It was their duty to serve the royal family.
However, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that Iris was probably right. Under normal circumstances the soldiers around them now would have leapt to his defense, whisking him back to the capital to be protected from the rebellion and given medical attention. If they thought he was dead, though, they probably wouldn’t wait long enough to hear him out or allow him to get close enough that someone might recognize his face. They would assume he was another rebel and shoot him before they could see the whites of his eyes.
Knowing that the people he’d relied on before couldn’t be expected to save him now stung, but he knew there was nothing to argue about. Trying to confront them anyway would most likely just get them both killed. “Okay,” he murmured in resignation, allowing her to lead him away from the prison. Until now, he’d oscillated between going back to the capital and leaving for good, but now that he knew his father had been under the impression that he was dead, he felt like he had to go back. It was all a big misunderstanding that needed to be corrected. He didn’t expect every high born to be thrilled to see him again—though they would act like it—but he still had the people who were closest to him in his life. His family and friends had to know he wasn’t dead.
Not yet, anyway, he thought as he peered over his shoulder, watching the building collapse behind them. Yet again, they had narrowly escaped being crushed by an imploding structure. At least when they got to the capital, they would no longer have to worry about getting caught up in the civil war. That was one benefit of leaving the other districts, even thought they would have other problems to worry about when they got there.
For one thing, he still had no idea what was going to happen to Iris when they arrived. He didn’t want to part ways with her, so he intended to do whatever he could to bring her inside the walls of the city with him, but she wasn’t going to be received well by the high borns or his father. It would be an uphill battle just to get her settled in, let alone convince the king to let them be together. He just hoped Atlas would be a little more receptive to the idea since she was the one helping him get home.
For a while, Cas didn’t talk as he focused on trying to keep up with Iris as they headed away from the rebels’ base. However, it didn’t take more than half an hour before his pain escalated enough that he couldn’t carry himself any further. His injured leg felt like it was on fire and his chest mirrored the sensation. He breathed heavily and had to lean more of his weight into her side to hold himself upright. “I have to stop,” he panted, sagging against her shoulder. As much as he wanted to get to their destination and be done with it all, he was reaching his limit and needed to take a break before they continued.
With a groan, he pulled away from her and dropped clumsily to the ground, trying to keep his weight on his right side to avoid putting pressure on his left. “Sorry,” he mumbled, dragging his left hand across his forehead to wipe away the sweat. Speaking was still painful, but he managed to string together something somewhat meaningful as he added between breaths, “Hurts too much… I need to sit.”
However, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that Iris was probably right. Under normal circumstances the soldiers around them now would have leapt to his defense, whisking him back to the capital to be protected from the rebellion and given medical attention. If they thought he was dead, though, they probably wouldn’t wait long enough to hear him out or allow him to get close enough that someone might recognize his face. They would assume he was another rebel and shoot him before they could see the whites of his eyes.
Knowing that the people he’d relied on before couldn’t be expected to save him now stung, but he knew there was nothing to argue about. Trying to confront them anyway would most likely just get them both killed. “Okay,” he murmured in resignation, allowing her to lead him away from the prison. Until now, he’d oscillated between going back to the capital and leaving for good, but now that he knew his father had been under the impression that he was dead, he felt like he had to go back. It was all a big misunderstanding that needed to be corrected. He didn’t expect every high born to be thrilled to see him again—though they would act like it—but he still had the people who were closest to him in his life. His family and friends had to know he wasn’t dead.
Not yet, anyway, he thought as he peered over his shoulder, watching the building collapse behind them. Yet again, they had narrowly escaped being crushed by an imploding structure. At least when they got to the capital, they would no longer have to worry about getting caught up in the civil war. That was one benefit of leaving the other districts, even thought they would have other problems to worry about when they got there.
For one thing, he still had no idea what was going to happen to Iris when they arrived. He didn’t want to part ways with her, so he intended to do whatever he could to bring her inside the walls of the city with him, but she wasn’t going to be received well by the high borns or his father. It would be an uphill battle just to get her settled in, let alone convince the king to let them be together. He just hoped Atlas would be a little more receptive to the idea since she was the one helping him get home.
For a while, Cas didn’t talk as he focused on trying to keep up with Iris as they headed away from the rebels’ base. However, it didn’t take more than half an hour before his pain escalated enough that he couldn’t carry himself any further. His injured leg felt like it was on fire and his chest mirrored the sensation. He breathed heavily and had to lean more of his weight into her side to hold himself upright. “I have to stop,” he panted, sagging against her shoulder. As much as he wanted to get to their destination and be done with it all, he was reaching his limit and needed to take a break before they continued.
With a groan, he pulled away from her and dropped clumsily to the ground, trying to keep his weight on his right side to avoid putting pressure on his left. “Sorry,” he mumbled, dragging his left hand across his forehead to wipe away the sweat. Speaking was still painful, but he managed to string together something somewhat meaningful as he added between breaths, “Hurts too much… I need to sit.”
Yeah, weddings have religious exemption, so the government can’t regulate them. Most people cancelled them of their own free will, but our friends have one friend (the groom) who decided with his fiancée that they were still going to have their wedding.
Nice! I’ll probably get a post up in the morning, but I’ll also have a lot more time to write because our friends are leaving at 10am or so for the wedding they’re attending. One of them is a groomsman, so they have to be there really early
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