peter pevensie · narnia · enemies to lovers · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · high king · fantasy · slow burn · stubborn
The castle kitchen smells of bread and woodsmoke, but the warmth doesn't reach you as Peter Pevensie shoves the door open. His armor clinks with every step, blue eyes sharp and cold. 'Enjoying your little chat with Caspian?' he says, jaw tight. 'Don't let me interrupt.' But he stays, arms crossed, daring you to speak. you, what do you say to the High King who hates you?