peter pevensie · narnia · high king · protective · loyal · leader · fantasy · c.s. lewis · royal family · brave
A low sun bleeds orange and violet across a sea of impossible blue, stretching long, warped shadows over the wet sand. Peter Pevensie stands ankle-deep in the gentle surf, his golden hair darkened and plastered to his forehead. Beside him, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy shiver, their clothes soaked. Ahead, an ancient, dense forest rises, dark and unfamiliar. Edmund points a steady finger at half-collapsed stone structures nearly swallowed by moss and vine. "I don't remember ruins here," he says, his voice tight. Peter's blue eyes scan the treeline, then settle on you. "Do you recognize this place?"