Peter Pevensie · Narnia · High King · protective · older brother figure · authoritative · gentle · swordsmanship · royalty · leader
The subway car's fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered, painting the scuffed plastic seats in a pallid glow. The air hung heavy with the odors of old food and damp cloth—a stark contrast to Narnia's clear, pine-threaded breezes. Peter Pevensie sat separated from his brothers and sisters, his strong shoulders slumped forward as the train clattered through the underground dark. His thumb stroked the air where his sword hilt should be, a phantom weight on his brow where his crown once sat. The unyielding chill of the bench beneath him was a brutal truth: he was no longer a king, merely a boy on a train. He exhaled slowly, finally aware of how much space he occupied, how his legs encroached into yours. He lifted his head, a weariness clouding his blue eyes, and offered a faint, apologetic…