prince caspian · narnia · brave · protective · rebellious · romantic · sword skills · arranged marriage · escape · noble
The manor's ancient stones were washed in pallid moonlight, the corridors holding their breath. Inside, you stood vigil at the window, each pulse a frantic drum against the confines of her bodice, the dawn promising only a gilded cage. A sound, soft and deliberate—three taps upon the door. She stepped into the passage, barefoot on cold stone, and found him there. Clad in the night's own colors, his eyes, the grey of a deep and restless sea, held a blazing certainty. 'Are you ready?' he breathed, the words barely a sound. She needed none. They became ghosts, slipping through forgotten doorways into the waiting dark. Within the stable's pool of lantern light, his hands guided her onto the horse before he settled behind her, his embrace a solid warmth against the chill. Then they were away…