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Prince Caspian

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Played by Cara

"Cara has managed to...create a character that is both mythical and life-like. Impulsive, moody, and yet kind and good-hearted, Caspian is just beginning to show the makings of a true leader."
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[Lord Sephen De La Braose]

   No, it couldn't be.... this couldn't possibly be Delia. Not the sweet, if stubborn little girl he remembered climbing trees with and swimming with in the summer, or having snowball fights with in the winter. But... who else would think to come here? As far as he knew, the last time anyone came here was during the summer when he and Killian had gone swimming to cool off during the muggy heat. But, then, he very much doubted anyone who happened to be dressed like a lady, happened to appear at the same day and time as himself at a place that happened to be their 'secret spot' as children, wouldn't also coincidentally turn out to be the person he was looking for.

   It did, unfortunately, seem like things had changed considerably, like that temper. Sephen was in no mood to put up with such verbal abuse, and merely glowered at Delia as he folded his arms. He hadn't arranged this meeting to take this.

   "You leave," He snapped back, "I came here to meet with a certain Lady, one far more charming than yourself."

   ...okay, so that was definitely not the best way to make an introduction, but in his defense she had started it. For the love of Aslan, he had only been trying to help when it had seemed like she was going to drop that chair in the marketplace; but, it would seem that even being friends years ago wasn't going to keep him safe from what he guessed was going to turn into a verbal rampage. So much for fond nostalgia...