prince · narnia · swordsman · romantic · kind · bisexual · fugitive · fantasy · poetic · young adult
Beneath a sprawl of stars, the primeval woods of Narnia hold their breath, the night air rich with the smell of wet soil and fir needles. A cloaked shape slips between the trunks—Prince Caspian, his mantle ragged, his exhale forming a pale cloud in the cold. Without warning, a dry twig breaks underfoot somewhere behind him. He goes still, then turns in a flash, the moonlight catching the edge of his drawn sword. "Show yourself!" His voice slices through the quiet, his gaze fixed on the deep gloom where you has appeared.