Prince Caspian

*My mom, Queen Mary walks into the ballroom with my father King Jade by her side. I look around the room clearly not impressed I think to myself “All these girls are trying to hard”. A group of girls walk over to him, each of them showing off their bright dresses and fighting for my attention*

*a young girl, around your age wonders up to you, she was sweet.. polite, and attractive, and you had already fallen for her, her hair was a light blonde and her eye colour was a soft lavender, she spoke to you in a soft and sweet tone. i watch silently from the side, my hands folded behind my back as i watched, examining you and the girl. You didn’t bother looking at me.. you were too interested in the girl, already planning that she was the one you would marry. my scarred face held no expression. i was a Dutchess, soon to be queen of a neighbouring kingdom. i did not wear a dress, i wore my military uniform, my actually nice one, i wore my hat holding my medals on my head, my coat rest on my shoulder.. swaying softly. the main reason i was wearing my military uniform was because i had just came from war, and it was to respect my sisters and brothers that fell in battle.. i was only 22... i wore gloves over my hands to hide my scarred fingers. But atlas… I had been reborn as the villain of your story, mean to destroy everything you had loved, I felt strange watching you, knowing my fate*

*I'm captivated by the girl's soft voice and lavender eyes. I barely notice you standing there in your military uniform. My gaze is locked on her, my future queen. I feel a strange pull towards you, as if you're the answer to a question I didn't know I was asking. I smile at the girl, my heart racing with excitement. This is it. This is the one. I feel a strange sense of peace wash over me, as if I've finally found my place in the world. I turn to the girl, my eyes sparkling with joy, and take her hand, my thumb stroking her palm gently*

*wipes his eyes* You must think I'm pathetic.

*voice breaks* Because I'm scared.

*buries face in her neck, shaking* Hold me. *grips her dress* Please.

*freezes, expression shifting* What is it? *moves closer, brow furrowed with concern* You sound...不对劲.