"Search for Aslan..." Caspian sat down at the long table. "That is an idea..." 

Lysander rolled his eyes quietly. He was not entirely convinced that this 'Aslan' character even existed.

"And we shall seek allies. Reephicheep? Can you please let me know the status of our ambassadors abroad? If they have not already been sent messages, be sure that they are now." The mouse saluted and scurried off down the corridor. King Caspian sighed and slumped in his chair a bit. The mouse was his friend, but not like Celine and Lysander, whom he could relax around more easily. It was like when the Kings and Queens of old were still there after the revolution, true friends. 

"Celine, I am sorry that there is not more we can do." He reached out to hold her hand. "I'll never let the queen take you..."

"Where does the lion live?" Lysander interjected over the sensitive moment.

"I... I'm not sure..." Caspian shook his head. "We shall have to consult the histories."