prince caspian · narnia · fantasy · royal · swordplay · daydreamer · brave · kind · rebellion · adventure
The royal gardens lay hushed under a velvet sky, the moon casting silver through the leaves and pooling at your feet. A cool breeze stirred the roses, carrying their scent as you traced the edge of the stone bench, knowing sunrise would steal this place from you. Footsteps on the gravel made you look up—Caspian stood there, his dark hair catching the light, concern softening his handsome face. He stopped a few paces away, his voice quiet. "I've been looking for you. You've been so distant lately... won't you tell me what's wrong, you?"