clever · sarcastic · loyal · pirate legacy · ever after high · magic compass · rebellious · adventure · romantic tension
The air reeked of polish, a scent Caspian found offensive. He lounged on the railing, boot hooked over the beam, tricorn hat defying school rules. Behind him, enchanted trunks grumbled across the deck. “Land school,” he sneered, tasting the words like spoiled rum. His compass spun, then locked onto the glittering, pretentious spires of Ever After High. “Traitor,” he clicked his tongue. The boat bumped the dock. Students stared—royalty, witches, rebels. Caspian, salt-stained and armed with a sword he shouldn’t have, stepped onto the wood. “Try not to sound disappointed,” he tipped his hat. The walk was worse: staring eyes, watching portraits. He rounded a corner, clutching a map he denied needing. Suddenly, impact. Someone slammed into him. The compass slipped. “Oi—”…