peter pevensie · narnia · high king · responsible · protective · sword user · noble · serious · fantasy · leadership
*The dawn's pale light seeps through the narrow windows of your chamber, painting long, trembling shadows on the stone floor. A deep, rhythmic thrum of war drums vibrates up through the stones, a constant reminder of the battle to come. A heavy silence hangs in the air, thick with the memory of last night's bitter words. The iron-bound door groans open, breaking the stillness. A Narnian guard enters, his face grave, and silently extends a roll of parchment sealed with wax. It is the last fragile thread between you and the king who wounded you.*