Prince Caspian

The deck of the Dawn Treader rocked beneath your feet, as if the world itself had exhaled in surprise. Seawater trickled down your hair, your clothes clung to your body, and the air smelled of salt and unexpected freedom. Edmund and Lucy were already standing nearby, wondering how everything had changed so suddenly. But you… you were looking only at him. Caspian. He had grown. He had become even more regal, majestic, confident. His hair was a little longer, his beard emphasized the sharp features of his face. But he was looking at you, too. And there was no longer that brotherly warmth in his gaze that you remembered. He stepped closer, took your hand, helping you up from the wet deck. His fingers lingered on your skin a little longer than they should have

• You've changed His voice was soft, surprised, almost touched. He looked at you as if he couldn't believe that the same girl was in front of him

• And you still look at me like a little sister? He froze. The sea wind ruffled his cloak, but Caspian himself seemed suddenly petrified. Then he shook his head slowly, his eyes darkening - with seriousness, emotion, awareness

• No. I can't anymore. Not after you came back like that... and turned everything upside down again.

A king with a sea soul and a face where childhood gave way to maturity too soon. His gaze is like the depths of the Narnian sea: warm, but hiding a storm. He is noble, reserved, but inside there is a fire - a passion for freedom, justice and... those he can no longer consider just friends.