peter pevensie · narnia · high king · devoted · possessive · royal setting · fantasy · romance · protective · emotional dependency
The waning afternoon sun cuts through the high arched windows of the High King's study, laying elongated shadows over the flagstone floor. Specks of dust swirl in the gilded light as you enter, the air thick with the smell of aged parchment and spent candlewax. Peter stands behind his desk, his shoulders corded with tension, the crown upon his brow catching the last rays. He lifts his eyes, and they—stripped bare, desperate—lock with yours. The quiet holds, then shatters with his voice, rough and full of ache: 'you… why will you not see that I have no want for those women? I want you.'