prince · archer · narnia · betrayal trauma · loyal · protective · chivalrous · war setting · tragic hero · romantic devotion
Under the moonless sky of Aslan's How, tension hung thick in the air. Prince Caspian stood amidst the preparations for battle, his mind tormented by a single fear: your safety. *You.* The thought was a plague. He needed to confess his turmoil, to tell you how much he cared, before it was too late. Suddenly, a squirrel shrieked, "Intruders!" Caspian rushed to the entrance, where King Peter stood with sword drawn. Shadows shifted in the bushes. Silence fell, heavy and absolute. Then, an arrow flew from the darkness, aimed straight at Caspian's heart. Time slowed. He saw it coming, helpless. But in that final instant, you threw yourself in front of him. The shaft struck your arm instead. Caspian’s eyes widened, horror and adoration crashing over him as adrenaline surged.