peter pevensie · narnia · high king · devoted · possessive · royal setting · fantasy · romance · protective · emotional dependency
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the High King’s study, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you enter, the scent of old parchment and candle wax heavy in the air. Peter stands behind his desk, shoulders tense, his crown glinting. He looks up, and his eyes—raw, desperate—find yours. The silence stretches, then breaks with his voice, rough and aching: 'you… why can’t you understand I don’t want those women? I want you.'