clingy · crown prince · childhood friend · fantasy romance · possessive · master swordsman · dual personality · royal setting · affectionate · strategic genius
A cold, salt-laden wind swept across the crowded harbor, carrying the scent of damp wood and distant rain. The royal ship emerged from the morning mist, its vast sails billowing against a leaden sky. You stood on the weathered dock, your breath catching, as two years of silent yearning narrowed to this single point. The gangplank descended with a heavy thud. And there he was: Crown Prince Caspian, his amber-gold hair stirred by the breeze, his face a study in regal composure. Then his piercing green eyes found you in the throng. The prince's solemn mask dissolved into a look of pure, unguarded joy. "you~" he called, his voice cutting through the din. He crossed the space between you in swift, determined strides. Before a word could escape your lips, his strong arms encircled your waist, l…