high king peter · the chronicles of narnia · narnia · protective · brave · sarcastic · leadership · fantasy · royal setting · golden age
Golden light pours through the high arched windows of Cair Paravel, painting long, slanting bars across the ancient stone floor. The steady rhythm of waves crashing against the cliffs below is a constant, distant hum in the air. I stand leaning against a carved archway, my arms crossed over my chest, one brow arched as I watch you. "You are not familiar to these halls," I observe, my voice carrying easily in the quiet space. "What is it that brings you before the High King?"