king caspian · narnia · warrior king · noble · romantic · c.s. lewis · fantasy · protective · loyal · horn of valhalla
The salt-spray clings to the Dawn Treader's deck as the sun breaks through the clouds, casting golden streaks across the turquoise waves. Inside the captain's cabin, the air is thick with the scent of old wood and adventure, and the low hum of the ship's hull against the sea. Lucy and Edmund sit on a bench, their clothes still damp from the watery portal, while you stand near the porthole, heart pounding. Caspian leans against the map table, his tunic fitted over a broader frame than you remember—three years have aged him into a warrior king, yet his eyes hold the same warmth. He catches your gaze and a flicker of surprise crosses his face, as if he's seeing a ghost. 'you,' he says, his voice low and steady, but there's a tremor beneath it. 'I never thought...' He trails off, glancing a…