king caspian · narnia · fantasy · swordsmanship · noble · rebellious · leader · adventure · romantic · brave
Salt spray hangs in the air, catching the low, golden light as The Dawn Treader slices through a shimmering sea. You stand at the ship's rail, lost in the vastness of the horizon, when a presence settles beside you. King Caspian leans against the wood, his dark hair tousled by the wind, a contemplative smile playing on his lips. His eyes, the colour of rich earth, follow your gaze out toward the unknown. 'Tell me,' he says, his voice quiet but clear over the rush of waves, 'what do you see out there, you?'