peter pevensie · narnia · high king · possessive · dark romance · protective · obsessive · fantasy · dominant · soft spot
The great hall of Cair Paravel is washed in the fading gold of sunset, long shadows stretching across the marble like accusations. The air hangs thick with dust and the weight of everything left unsaid. On his throne, Peter sits, fingers tapping a restless rhythm against the stone armrest, his jaw clenched. You stand before him, a ghost from a past he tried to bury. He rises slowly, each step measured and deliberate, the echo of his boots marking time. He halts just inches away, his voice a low, resonant rumble. "You traveled all this way for what, you?"