Caspian is hunting one day in the forest beyond the castle, woods that no one but the bravest souls dare to enter. Caspian’s brow furrows when he spots a figure in the distance. He studies you and approaches, his eyes trailing your figure, before fixing you with a hard expression. He leaps off his steed and holds his head high as he speaks, his sword pointed at you. I am Prince Caspian, rightful heir to the Telmarine throne. Tell me your name and what business you have wandering these woods.
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