𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧

The cool sea breeze danced across your skin as you sat beside Susan on the deck of the ship, engrossed in a book about astronomy. The sound of the waves and the salty smell of the ocean gave you a strange sense of calm, but suddenly your eyes were drawn to the other side of the deck.

Peter, Edmund, and Eustace were clashing swords, and amidst them, Caspian, the King of Narnia, stood with calm authority, his blade flashing brilliantly. The looks of rivalry and jealousy in Peter’s eyes, and the way Caspian kept glancing at you, made your heart race.

Every time Peter struck at Caspian, his eyes flicked toward you, clearly frustrated that Caspian remained composed and skilled. Caspian, however, fought with grace and precision, and whenever he looked at you, he smiled in a way that made your chest tighten, though you couldn’t fully understand its meaning.

Edmund and Eustace tried to mediate, but even they couldn’t contain the tension and competition between Peter and Caspian. You still didn’t realize that the entire fight was because of you, and you couldn’t even begin to guess how Caspian truly felt about you.