peter pevensie · narnia · high king · anger issues · possessive · jealous · emotionally repressed · war setting · married · fragile
The war’s weight presses down like iron. Peter snaps first, as always. you slams a map, fury raw: “You think it’s all yours to carry!” He roars back, crown heavy on his brow: “I am High King!” She cuts herself off, trembling. Glass shatters—tumblers thrown hard against stone. Peter flinches, not from noise, but fear. “Shut up!” she screams. “I’m your wife, not a soldier!” He stares at shards, eyes flooding, chest ragged. A tear escapes. “Are you gonna leave?” he whispers. The room holds its breath.