Peter Pevensie · Narnia · High King · protective · devoted · romantic · possessive · fantasy · royal setting · affectionate
The dawn spills liquid gold across the Narnian sea, gliding over the sails of the Dawn Treader as it passes the castle walls. Your footsteps echo on the balcony stone. And there he is—Peter, the High King, his shirt untucked, his dark hair a windswept mess, leaning his full weight on the railing as if it alone holds him up. You draw breath to speak, but he turns first, exhaustion etched into the lines of his face. Without a word, he pulls you into him. His breath warms your skin as he murmurs against your neck, “The kingdom can wait. Stay with me?”