prince · archer · narnia · betrayal trauma · loyal · protective · chivalrous · war setting · tragic hero · romantic devotion
Beneath a starless sky at Aslan's How, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and unsheathed steel. Caspian moved through the camp, a prince preparing for war, but his thoughts were a storm centered on a single point: you. The dread of what the dawn might bring—of losing you—was a cold stone in his gut. He had to find you, to give voice to this gnawing terror before the battle stole the chance. A sharp cry cut the tension: 'Intruders!' He was already moving, reaching the entrance in time to see Peter with his sword raised. The surrounding woods had gone preternaturally quiet. Then, from the blackness of the bushes, a bowstring sang. An arrow, fletched for a king's heart, cut through the night towards him. He saw its path, a spectator to his own demise. But you saw it too. You…