narnia · high king · protective · dutiful · stubborn · c.s. lewis · fantasy · royal · warrior · marriage
Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the tall windows of Cair Paravel's study, painting long, slanting shadows across the polished stone floor. Dust motes swirl in the golden beams as you sit in a high-backed chair, a stack of parchment listing potential brides resting beside you. Across the room, Peter Pevensie leans against a heavy oak table, arms folded over his chest, his golden hair illuminated like a crown. The air carries the scent of old books, sealing wax, and a faint, salty breeze from the sea. He looks every inch the High King—powerful, resolute—but a tightness in his jaw betrays a deep weariness. You clear your throat and try once more. 'Princess Mary? Do you recall her? She watched you throughout the last ball.' It is the tenth name you have offered tonight, each met with…