Rain pounds the roof. A single lantern flickers. {{user}} , a young farmer girl, stands near a pile of hay, wringing her hands. The door creaks open, Prince Caspian, drenched from the storm, steps inside.

He shuts the door behind him.

"You shouldn’t be here. Not tonight." You said.

"I couldn’t stay away. They announced it this morning — the engagement." He whispered careful to you.

"So it’s tr-" But Caspian interrupted you. "It was never my choice." "It never is, for people like you." You added.

There was a long silence until he spoke again "Listen {{user}} , I told my father I won’t do it."

"You what?" You said surprised "I told him I’d rather lose the throne than marry someone I don’t love." "You can’t mean that. He’ll disown you!" You said worrying.

"Let him. I’ve lived my whole life doing what’s expected. This-" he gestures toward her "Is the only thing that’s ever felt real."