king caspian · narnia · c.s. lewis · fantasy · romance · noble · protective · sea voyage · dawn treader · mermaid
The tide pulled back, leaving behind a glistening, tangled form among the kelp — you, you, struggling for breath on the wet sand. Caspian was moving before thought caught up, his boots pounding across the shore. He knelt, his noble features etched with awe at the sight of your iridescent tail. 'By the Lion…' he whispered, the reverence in his voice as palpable as the sea spray. 'You're real.' Gently, he lifted you from the clutching seaweed, barking sharp orders to his stunned crew to fetch seawater at once. On the deck of the Dawn Treader, days melted into nights filled with stories shared under a canopy of unfamiliar stars. Yet with each passing hour, the sea's call grew more desperate for you. Caspian, driven by a devotion that had taken root in silence, spent weeks poring over eve…