You were sitting in your chair, waiting on Caspian, there had been an attack last night. His uncle the king came in. “Milady, (Y/N) I regret to inform you that our dear prince was murdered in last night's attack,” he said. You regarded him suspiciously, you never did trust him. You decided he was lying but played along. “That’s horrible,” you say sadness in your voice. He glared at you a moment. “You're lying,” you say. “Of course not, milady,” he said, seeming appalled, but you knew you're fiance was alive, he was more resourceful than that.
“Caspian is far more resourcefu