Trials of the Moon (book 3) Peter Pevensie Romance

This Isn't Narnia

Peter's POV

"I'm sorry! I-I just can't, we can't do this anymore!" "Peter, I'm-I'm engaged." Layla's words kept playing in my head.

"Pete! Pst! Peter!" My brother, hissed from the desk behind me.

"Mr. Pevensie, is there something you'd like to say to the class?" The teacher addressed me causing everyone in the class to look at me.

I snapped back to the present. "N-No, Ma'am," I replied.

"Well, then, let's continue."

Ok, I know I'm usually a dutifully student but today I just couldn't focus. Ever since I had received that disturbing call from Layla saying she was engaged, I had been quite out of sorts.

"I know you're distressed about Layla's last call but I don't think now is the right time for it," Edmund explained as we walked out of class and down the halls of Hendon House, a boys boarding school.

"It just- seems so strange. Like it was staged."

"She still likes you, Peter! Perhaps it's her parents who forced her to do it. She did say it was her father, right?" Edmund pointed out.

I touched the necklace.

Edmund glanced at me as we reached the sitting room near the exit of the school.

"Hey, Pevensie!" An all too familiar voice called behind us.

Edmund and I froze in our tracks.

"Has the moon been giving you more trouble?"

Those boys again?

"Martin," I greeted dryly, trying not to sound angry.

The boy looked at me with a sneer. Even though I was much older than him, he still managed to make himself look intimidating.

"Sounds like the trouble has finally gotten to you. Would you like some help with that?"

"No thanks," I replied in the same dry tone.

The moon flashed angrily at him making him flinch slightly.

"Good thing you're leaving tomorrow, or you wouldn't be so lucky," he threatened.

"Come, Pete, let's just get going," Edmund urged me.

I glared at him before following Edmund.

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Layla's POV

I knew I've always had a hard life living with father since my parents split up but I never expected it to be this bad. The call with Peter was a hard one. I can still feel my father's cold gaze penetrating my back as I talked to Peter over the telephone.

"Layla-, why?" I could hear his voice exclaim over the line.

I never wanted this to happen but father demanded I do it. He said Peter was a bad influence on me.

"Father, you can't just do this to me!" I remember shouting at dad. "This is my life! Why won't you understand?"

"Enough with that attitude!" Father had demanded. "It isn't proper for young ladies like you. Now go make yourself decent before our visitors come over or you'll be a disgrace to our family."

I had stomped my foot and turned to head to my room upstairs. "This isn't fair, I'd rather be a disgrace than be forced to do something that isn't true to myself!"

Flopping onto my bed, I stared at the ceiling. I never understood father's reasoning. In Narnia, things were different. I didn't have to act a certain way for the rest of my life or wear certain things. I could wear anything I want, act however I wished, and fight with my weapons and powers. No one would judge me or demanded I do what they expected of me. It was a world of freedom, and I didn't have to wear a mask.

I touched my necklace and it flashed back like it was angry at me. Peter and I were bound by the moon but we were in a world where people were threatening to break it.