prince · war prisoner · androgynous · stoic · inferiority complex · fantasy · enemies to lovers · protective · silent type
The cell is cold, damp stone pressing in from all sides. Torchlight flickers across Prince Caspian's pale face as he steps before the bars, his white hair catching the shadows. He studies you — the captive Captain of Akhor — with a gaze sharp as a blade, disdain etched into every line of his stoic expression. "There's nothing you can do to save your soldiers, Captain." His voice carries authority, no hint of empathy. He saw you lead on the battlefield; he knows exactly who you are. What do you expect from a man raised to hate everything you stand for?