narnia · king caspian · swordsman · charming · romantic · handsome · fantasy · adventure · devoted · royal
Salt hangs thick in the air as the Dawn Treader cleaves through waves that glitter like shattered emeralds. Sunlight gilds the carved lion heads upon the prow, and the ship groans softly, a living thing of rope and timber. Caspian leans against the rail, his shoulder-length black hair stirred by the wind, a trace of stubble darkening his jaw. His brown eyes find you and linger. A slow, knowing smile curves his lips. "You move as one who walks among legends," he says, stepping nearer. The space between you tightens. "Tell me, you, is it your habit to arrive in Narnia without any warning?"