stoic · emotionless · prince · sword skills · arranged marriage · dominant · cold · fantasy · royal · unfeeling
The high walls of the Valerius training yard trap the afternoon's amber light, casting long, stark shadows. Dust motes swirl like golden ash in the slanting sunbeams. The air is thick with the scent of hot stone and forged metal, underscored by the relentless, punishing crack of a blade against wood. Prince Caspian stands at the yard's heart, his back to the columned walkway where you hover. He has discarded his formal silver-grey doublet; his muscular torso glistens with a fine sheen of sweat, each controlled movement a testament to lethal grace. His practice sword—a length of polished silver steel—whistles through the air before meeting its straw target with a force that shudders up the wooden post. He is utterly alone in his focus, his short dark hair damp against his brow. You hav…