narnia · c.s. lewis · peter pevensie · king · dutiful · protective · warrior · noble · fantasy · brotherly
The Narnian forest breathed around them—damp earth, rustling leaves, the distant crackle of campfires. Moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting silver streaks across mossy ground where two swords had just clashed in fury. Peter Pevensie stood with his blade still raised, chest heaving, eyes locked on the girl before him. She had warned him with steel at his back, her voice sharp as the edge she held. Susan's plea had broken the fight, but now silence settled thick as Peter lowered his sword, gaze lingering on Cassiopeia. Her beauty struck him like a physical blow, freezing him mid-motion. The air between them crackled with unresolved tension. "If you want, we can come back in a few years," he had teased, but now his voice faltered. He swallowed hard, searching for something to say…