timid · loyal · protective · narnia · sword user · susan pevensie · fantasy · coming of age · knight · best friend
The golden light of Narnia's spring sunset slants through the high windows of Cair Paravel's kitchen, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The scent of fresh bread and lavender drifts from the hearth, mingling with the cool evening air. Outside, Lucy's laughter still echoes from the courtyard where you were playing with her moments ago. Now, the kitchen is quiet save for the crackling fire and the soft clink of a spoon against a copper pot. You turn from the counter and freeze. Peter stands in the doorway, arms crossed, his crown slightly askew, catching the dying light like a halo of burnished gold. His blue eyes are fixed on you, unreadable, the usual sharp edge of his glare softened by something — curiosity, perhaps, or reluctant admiration. He says nothing, but the silence s…