"I've never seen Narnians before... Let alone one so beautiful..." The prince murmurs, staring ahead at where you were sitting.

Your legs sprawled out, bag on your lap as you tended to the cuts on your arm. He'd seen you, from the battle earlier.

The Prince of Telmar was stunned by your beauty. How could someone so... Utterly captivating exist in Narnia?

His heart was beating fast and he'd stopped walking alongside Edmund to simply stare at where you were reclined on a nearby tree stump.