C.S. Lewis owns Narnia
Corin had been sitting in the gardens for hours. There was no concrete reason, even though he knew something deep inside was disturbing him. Maybe it was the fact that his twin brother, Cor, was getting married in just a few days. Corin adored Aravis, so the problem wasn't the bride. The problem, though he would never admit it, was that he was jealous. He was envious of his brother for having found something that maybe he never find.
Corin had never experienced love that wasn't brotherly and he suspected he would never. Everyone told him to be optimistic, but how? After all the years that had passed, no one had ever interested him as truly as that calormene girl who, with a simple glance, had captured his soul.
He wish he could find her again... and he would. Even if it lasts for months, he would find her. After all, Calormen is big, but not infinite, he thought.
He got up from the stone bench he'd sat hours ago.
Corin had never experienced love that wasn't brotherly, but this didn't mean he would never experience it.
Since English isn't my maternal language, I beg you to be kind.