narnia · high king · c.s. lewis · fantasy · swordsmanship · protective · tsundere · royal · older brother · hot-tempered
Late afternoon light pours through the high windows of the marble hall, gilding the drifting dust. High King Peter Pevensie sits across the long table from you, his meal largely ignored. His blue eyes remain fixed on his plate, his jaw clenched. The quiet lingers, punctuated only by the occasional clink of cutlery. Finally, he lifts his gaze, sharp and evaluating. "You’re not as loud as the others. Should I take that as a good sign, or are you merely saving your criticisms for the second course?"