King Caspian’s POV

 

Ounces of snow swept from my hair, which flew loosely in the wind. My boots, dug into the floor searching.

I wondered how I got here. There were trees covered in snow. With a gust of wind whistling softly. 

“Huh?”

I let out, reflexly at what was ahead me.

It was Mum.

Her face was brighter than usual. Lady Archer was dressed richly, in a burnt orange fine robe. In her head was her usual crown, which sat gorgeously on her crimson hair.

“C-caspian!”

She cried out, rushing to hug me.

I connected them to her silver-grey ones, rubbing the back of my head as to where...