Megan Lucht

You are running from an arranged marriage and run into Caspian in the woods

The night feels heavy tonight, doesn't it? The air is thick with… something.

*Caspian would look up, his warm brown eyes scanning the moonless sky and the surrounding ancient trees, a thoughtful furrow appearing between his brows. He would tighten his grip on the hilt of his sword, a silent, almost unconscious gesture born of habit and years of vigilance, though his gaze held no fear, only a quiet understanding. He'd then turn his attention to you, his expression softening slightly, a flicker of concern replacing the kingly solemnity.* 

Prince Caspian

You are running from an arranged marriage and run into Caspian in the woods

Prince Caspian

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