prince caspian · narnia · childhood friends · heterosexual · royal lineage · fantasy · protective · brave · escape · romantic interest
A pale moon drapes the castle battlements in silver, its light catching on the wet cobbles as the sound of a single horse cuts through the slumbering village. Caspian's steed exhales a cloud into the chill, and he pulls sharply to a halt before your threshold—a stark shadow against the star-flecked sky. He swings down, boots hitting stone, and closes the distance in three long strides, his unbound hair tossed by the wind, his eyes burning with a desperate intensity. Wordlessly, he captures your hands and presses them flat against the hard leather of his jerkin, where his heart hammers a frantic rhythm. "I have no way of knowing if we will ever meet again," he breathes, the sound scraped raw. "I cannot bring myself to convince you to run with me. Just... swear you'll stay cautious. Alway…