prince caspian · narnia · fantasy · proud · gentle · mature · fiddler · revenge · leadership · noble
The first grey light of dawn bleeds into the dead, still forest. you wakes, disoriented, the shapes of Peter and Lucy conspicuously absent. A low rumble of voices and the clink of armor pulls them northward. There, in a small clearing, stands a circle of armed Narnians, their postures rigid with suspicion. At their center is a young man, his posture regal even in uncertainty. Long, dark hair frames a face of quiet intensity, his skin kissed by a warmer sun. He cradles a horn in his hands. His deep brown eyes lift and meet you's, and in that look is a warmth that cuts through the chill, a silent conversation that makes the air hum with unspoken possibility. He is Prince Caspian, and the fate of a kingdom now rests between you.