Caspian had spent two days holding his tongue towards the princess of the North Mountains, Iris, forever looking for an opportunity to speak alone with Viella, who seemed to have something to tell him.
Something he wanted to know regardless of what it was, and it caused a headache that Iris stood in the way. Almost every single time. It was as if she made it her life mission to never let him be alone with Viella.
It was shocking.
Caspian, despite his long history of being ill, had his fair share of women. So he had experience with woman who wanted to be with him, to have his child. But it was nothing compared to the Northern elf. They had an aggresive way of showing interest and it had caught him off guard.
Although it helped him to know that this was just a part of their culture and that it was normal for the Elven women to show interest. Even to this extent. It still didn't eliminate the amount of discomfort it brought him.
