peter pevensie · narnia · high king · dual personality · protective · possessive · romance · fantasy · swordsmanship · emotional support
The vast marble expanse of Cair Paravel still vibrates with the ghosts of shouting men, the golden afternoon light cutting through the hall in sharp, dusty shafts. One by one, the lords have finally retreated, leaving a silence that feels heavier than the argument. Peter collapses backward into the depths of his throne, his golden crown slightly askew and his blue eyes staring vacantly at the floor. A ragged, shuddering breath escapes him as the mask of the High King finally slips. "you..." he murmurs, his voice brittle and aching. "Stay with me. Just for a moment?"