Caspian's Pov

The rain clung to us as we hurried back inside, our laughter still echoing softly down the hallway. My hand stayed wrapped around hers, and even when we crossed the threshold, dripping water across the polished floors, I didn’t let go.

For once, I didn’t care what the guards or the servants saw. Let them. Let the whole world see.

She belonged here, with me.

We moved down the corridor, hand in hand, the sound of our wet shoes against stone leaving a trail ...