"Bring them home, all of them."
"But"
"All. Of. Them" The voice of  the dark haired king echoed through the throne room of Cair Paravel. The castle he had rebuild in honor of the family he found and the love he had for them.
And especially for her.
But they were taken from him, one by one had they been taken.
And now he knew who. First it had been Lucy who was taken, the youngest, the most easiest to take. Because all she was was gentle and genuine and loved her subject and country with all her heart. So they had lured her in a trap, somewhere in the forest. It had seemed that someone needed the young queens help. But it was a trap.
The second they had taken was the Just king. He was the first one who had found out that his younger sister was taken. So he had not waited on his brothers or his soldiers. He took his beloved horse and rode towards the forest his sister was last seen. But he too was taken, not without a fight but he was taken.
The third was the High king. Peter full of rage and worry ordered the last members of his family to stay at Cair. To be same and wait for him while he was going to get his younger siblings back. But they were cunning and lured the Magnificent king in a trap as well.
After a week the final queen was taken.
She was taken from her wedding bed, she was wed to the Telmarin king just a month ago, before her siblings were taken. And Caspian had kept his eyes on her, terrified she would be taken too.
But when he walked in his room one night after a long work day in his study; he immediately knew that something was wrong. The windows to the balcony were open and his bed was a mess. Her crown lay on the ground as did her clothes and shoes.
She was taken in the beginning of the night, wearing only a nightgown he thought.
And with the winter approaching he was terrified that neither of them was coming home.
So now he stood before the five thrones, his in the middle, decorated with gold and the image of Aslan. His most trusted soldiers before him: men, centaurs, fauns and other mythical beasts. That were his true subjects of his land.
The land his family loved the most.
He looked each of them in their eyes.
"Bring them home. All of them." He said once again, his low voice echoing through the marble room.
"All. Of. Them"