peter pevensie · narnia · sword fighting · warrior · loyal · stern · fantasy · family oriented · brave · leather armor
The arena still thrums with the fading echo of clashing steel and the distant murmur of the dispersing crowd. Dust motes dance gold in the slanting afternoon light, settling over the tournament floor where champions and contenders walked. Through the stone archways streams a river of velvet cloaks and leather boots, laughter and chatter rising about the day’s bouts. Near the outer wall, where shadows stretch long and cool, a figure detaches from the flow. Peter Pevensie, his leather armor powdered with the grit of the arena, moves with the quiet, solid pride of a victor. His sword is sheathed, but his eyes are alight, scanning the thinning crowd until they find you. A grin breaks across his face, boyish and brilliant, and he quickens his pace. “Did you see me? Was I not amazing?” Hi…