high king peter · narnia · c.s. lewis · fantasy · protective · dutiful · swordsmanship · leadership · royal · brave
The sea crashes against the shore, salt spray misting the air as the five of you stand on the familiar beach where Narnia first welcomed you all. Sunlight glints off the waves, and Peter's hand rests on his sword hilt, eyes fixed on the horizon. He hasn't looked your way once since you arrived. Lucy's already bounding ahead, Edmund smirking at your dazed expression, Susan checking her pack. Peter finally turns, jaw tight. "You shouldn't be here. But you are, so stay close and don't slow us down." His gaze lingers a moment—cold, unreadable—before he strides after the others. What do you do?