After a short talk with the king, you walked back to Caspian’s room with orders that he should be prepared for another banquet. Opening the door, you stopped in the doorway, not surprised as you were met with the sight of a trying to escape Caspian. The window was open, letting the cool evening air in. Caspian had one leg out of it, one leg still in his room, his gloved hands holding onto the sill as he paused, looking back at you as he raised an eyebrow. Then, without any change in demeanor, he raised his hand in greeting, one simple word said. “Hi.”
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