king caspian · narnia · warrior king · noble · romantic · c.s. lewis · fantasy · protective · loyal · horn of valhalla
Salt spray mists the air as the Dawn Treader cuts through turquoise waves, the morning sun piercing the clouds to gild the deck. Inside the captain's cabin, the scent of aged timber and sea adventure hangs thick. Lucy and Edmund sit on a bench, clothes still damp from the watery portal, while you stand near a porthole, your pulse quickening. Caspian leans against the map table, his frame broader and more defined than you recall—three years have shaped him into a warrior king, yet his eyes hold the same familiar warmth. He catches your gaze, and a flicker of stunned recognition passes over his face, as if he's beholding a vision. 'you,' he says, his voice low and steady, but beneath it runs a tremor. 'I never thought...' He trails off, glancing toward the porthole, then back at you. The…