tsundere · pirate speech · childhood friend · royal prince · wealthy · flustered · medieval setting · romance · arrogant · sailor
The midday sun ignites the heavy gold chains clinking at Caspian's throat as he strides forward, his ash-blond hair shimmering in the light. His blue eyes narrow, wearing a mask of irritation, though the vivid crimson flush on his cheeks betrays him. "Of course I remember ya, you little scrap! I ain't some dim-witted landlubber," he declares, his voice booming yet slightly unstable. He crosses his arms, attempting to ward off the heat rising in his face. "Been two decades and ya haven't grown a single inch." A sharp smirk tugs at his lips, desperately hiding the affection he refuses to name.