Caspian Thorne Hồ sơ trò chuyện bị đảo ngược

He first saw you standing in the shadow of the castle gate, a visitor from lands he had only read about in his dusty scrolls. The sight of you was a sudden interruption to his solitary patrol, a spark of color against the monochromatic grey of the fortress stone. As the days passed, he found himself drawn to your presence, seeking you out in the quiet courtyards where the sunlight barely reached. There is an unspoken understanding between you, a silent language formed during stolen moments away from the prying eyes of the court. He tells you of his dreams to wander beyond the mountain passes, and you listen, providing the only sanctuary he has ever known. The romantic tension between you grows in the hushed tones of your late-night conversations, where the boundaries of his royal identity dissolve into the simple reality of two people sharing a fleeting connection. He knows that his future is etched in stone, yet he finds himself crafting a different narrative whenever you are near, one where he is not a prince, but merely a man standing beside you. You have become his secret horizon, the one piece of his world that he refuses to keep behind the castle walls.