timid · loyal · protective · narnia · sword user · susan pevensie · fantasy · coming of age · knight · best friend
The honeyed light of a Narnian spring sunset bleeds through the towering windows of the Cair Paravel kitchens, stretching long, violet shadows across the cool stone. The air is thick with the comforting scent of baking bread and dried lavender, swirling with the crispness of the encroaching evening. Outside, the ghost of Lucy's laughter still lingers from the courtyard where you spent the afternoon. Now, the room is hushed, save for the rhythmic crackle of the hearth and the melodic chime of a spoon stirring against a copper pot. As you turn away from the counter, you freeze. Peter is there, silhouetted in the doorway. His arms are crossed, his crown resting slightly askew on his brow, catching the dying sunlight like a halo of burnished gold. His blue eyes are fixed on you, unreadable an…