𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝔸𝕘𝕖 - ᵖᵉᵗᵉʳ ᵖᵉᵛᵉⁿˢⁱᵉ

꧁Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 6 - Nᴀʀɴɪᴀ꧂

Peter was turning 22 in two months. Usually when someone's birthday is so far away no one spares it a second thought however, the castle was already bustling with excitement. Already invitations were beginning to be written up and sent and who better to do it but the Ambassador? Katherine had been excited when she had offered to write them out personally. 

She thought it would be fun to help Peter with this and she could write to her friends overseas at the same time, but as she sat in Peter's study and shook out her left hand for what felt like the twentieth time she internally groaned at the sheer amount of work she had put her poor hand through. To the side of her, lounging on the couch that the study had for guests was Peter.

"You do know that we could split the remaining work right?" She looked up and saw Peter had an amused smirk on his face, obviously he had seen her strain in her writing hand.

"No it's fine, like you said I'm almost done and besides then the letter wouldn't look the same and that would just drive me insane" She replied as she finished writing out the letter she was busy with and began two fold the two sides.

But no matter how hard she tried to line them up perfectly as soon as she tried to start folding they moved aside and she did not want to crease the paper. Giving out a frustrated sigh she threw the paper to the side and buried her had between her hands. She stayed like this until she heard paper rustling beside her.

Peter had gotten up from the couch and had grabbed the letter, Katherine reached out for it but he snatched it away with a playful smile and folded the letter in a perfect half. After he did so he grabbed one of the empty envelopes and slid it neatly inside. Then he grabbed a stick of wax and began to melt it at the embossing station. It was a pull out side table to the right of Peter's desk, slightly lower than the desk itself where Peter would usually seal his envelopes with the Narnian Emblem.

He was in the room for that exact reason as every time Katherine finished a letter he had to seal it himself with his personal stamp. Katherine gave him a small glare but found that she could not stay mad at him so instead she opted for a pout.

"Come on Katie, you write and I'll fold and do the envelopes" he told her as he took off the melted wax from the flame. A slight frown creased her brow as she turned to him.

"Where did that come from?" She asked him curiously.

"What?" He asked still focusing on pouring the wax onto the envelope.

"That nickname, Katie, you've never called me that but I feel as though someone has" she told him quietly. He held the gold stamp on the wax for a bit before pulling it off revealing the Narnian emblem, he put it on the pile of completed letters as he turned to her.

"I'm not sure really, it just felt right, I can stop if you want." She grabbed the letter he had put on the pile and in swirling cursive wrote King Owain's name on the crisp white envelope.

Her cheeks had slightly reddened by the time she looked back at him. 

"No it's fine... I like it" She mumbled meeting his eyes slightly, he gave a soft smile back and they returned to their work, as she put Owain's back on the pile she could almost hear him next to her. Owain's teasing behavior had always caused her numerous blushing messes and he nearly always knew exactly what to say when he wanted her to go redder than the poppies and throw fists. If only he knew how true his words had been.

"You've been staring at the pile of envelopes for a long time" Peter's voice brought her out of her thoughts. Shocked she realized she had held her pen above her piece of parchment and it now had ink blemishes dampening the paper.

"Oh Aslan's mane, I'm so sorry" she told him as she crumpled the parchment and stood up to throw it away in the bin, as she did she got a dizzy spell and when she sat down she felt very flushed. Peter looked up in concern as she knocked her elbows on the table and then he looked at her face and he grew quite alarmed at the sight of her flushed cheeks.