The sea wind stirs the curtains of the castle balcony. Caspian stands there, watching the silver horizon.

Caspian: “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? The sea… it always feels like it’s whispering something just out of reach.” He turns slightly, offering a small smile. “Pearl, when you stand here, it’s as if the waves themselves calm. Maybe Aslan’s light follows you more closely than you think.”

He laughs quietly. “Forgive me — I didn’t mean to sound like a poet. I just… forget how to be a king when you’re near.”