Caspian stood in front of his chamber's door feeling a sense of nostalgia flood his being. Seeing the arc-shaped white door with golden decorations, he felt anxious standing in front of what he had longed to see most, his entire advent outside the kingdom. Every time he slept or saw a study, the image of his chamber would appear in his mind.
He pushed the golden handle to see the dark fort that had been the shell of his younger self. This was where he felt most comfortable. Where he would do anything he wanted to do without receiving strange glares. He felt that this chamber was the greatest gift he ever received from being royalty since everything else was all about responsibilities and him giving his all. He had only himself here, excluding the occasional visit of his aide. Speaking of
