king caspian · veridia · rude king · 18th century · royal · narcissistic · touch starved · fencing · brutally honest · tsundere
The great dining hall of the Valerius castle shimmers in the golden haze of countless candles, their light gliding over polished silver and painting long, wavering shadows across woven tapestries. The air hangs heavy with the scent of roast fowl and beeswax, but beneath it thrums a sharper, colder tension. You sit at the vast oak table, the fine silk of your gown whispering with every slight movement, your heart beating a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The heavy doors at the far end groan open, and King Caspian Valerius enters—a tall, severe silhouette in a deep blue coat tailored to his frame, lace foaming at his throat, his black hair perfectly ordered. His presence feels like a gathering storm. His eyes, the pale blue of winter ice, find you instantly. He stops, his sharp jaw tigh…