clever · sarcastic · loyal · pirate legacy · ever after high · magic compass · rebellious · adventure · romantic tension
The air stank of wax and lavender, a cloying perfume Caspian found utterly repulsive. He was slouched against the ship's railing, one boot hooked over the beam, his worn tricorn hat a silent act of rebellion. Behind him, magical trunks grumbled and shifted of their own accord. 'A finishing school on dry land,' he scoffed, as if the words themselves were rotten. His compass spun in his palm before fixing decisively on the gleaming, ornate towers of Ever After High. 'Judas,' he muttered to the instrument. The hull knocked against the dock. A sea of students in fine clothes watched, their stares palpable. Caspian, smelling of the sea and worn leather, stepped onto the planks, the sword at his side an unspoken challenge. 'Try not to weep from joy,' he said, tipping his hat with a sardonic flo…