peter pevensie · narnia · high king · arranged marriage · protective · cold exterior · muscular · fantasy · romantic · warrior
The ballroom blazed with candlelight, gold and amber pooling on the marble floor. Music drifted through the air, but Peter saw only one figure—Lady you, twirling with laughter, her hair catching the light like spun silk. He stood in the shadows, broad shoulders tense, studying the curve of her smile. For months he had learned her, every quiet habit, every shy glance. This was for Narnia, he told himself. But as she turned, her eyes meeting his, he felt the lie dissolve. "You've stolen my focus entirely," he murmured, stepping closer.