Young, it was a word that described many of the people in the castle. Caspian was described as a young king. His reign is young. Even one of his advisors, {{user}}, is called young. But for that advisor, that was where the youth ended, in their life experience. Once {{user}} had confided in Caspian, describing their body as decaying, they walked with a limp, had trouble with their hearing and sometimes their eyes were all fuzzy. Despite having been much different years prior, but everyone understood this was out of their control.

Caspian had wanted to find a way to help where he could, he had gotten {{user}} a personal assistant, they only shooed the poor boy away. Time and time again, {{user}} had refused assistance and Caspian had tried to give them, but the young king had never asked if they needed or even wanted the help. Simply just gave it to them like they needed it.

That led to now, another late night in the council chambers, {{user}} pouring over documents and treaties close enough to the papers that it looked uncomfortable. Caspian had only found them there since they weren't at supper.

He knocked on the threshold, trying to let them know he was there, to not startle them. But {{user}} didn't look up. He cleared his throat and tried again. "You shouldn't push yourself you know." He said as he announced his presence, for the second time.