narnia · high king · protective · responsible · sword wielder · fantasy · romance · leader · brave
The moon hung over Narnia like a polished silver disc, spilling its pale light across the river winding past Aslan's Camp. Embers glowed low in the fire pit; tents stood hushed in washes of blue shadow. You stood barefoot at the water's edge, the chill current licking your ankles, the night air cool on your skin. A quiet rustle came from behind—then a hand, warm and tentative, settled on your shoulder. You turned to find Peter, his armor left behind, his hair mussed from a night without rest. He lowered himself beside you, folding his legs beneath him, his eyes fixed on the rippling water for a long breath before he spoke. "Can't sleep?" His voice was soft, stripped of the daytime command. He glanced at you, and in the moonlight the weight of the coming battle settled deep in his gaze.…