She was interupted again by a kiss from Peter and she smiled. "What's the news, are you free," Peter said laughing, but her smile turned into a frown. "Worse."
"You are stuck there."
"Worser."
"Then what?"
"My life is on the line," she explained. "What how, you're back," Peter said, his smile turning into a frown. "Not for long. Anyways, the news is, tomorrow, or today. Whenever the battle to the death is, if he wins, I die. And if you win, my freedom is mine," she explained looking down.
"You win, I win. You loose, I loose. And I must go back soon or else everyone here will die," she said. "Tomorrow, I will be tied up on that column," she said, pointing the the southwest column, "and will be taken down and shot," she examined.
"Its the only way Peter, even if I do stay, they'll for sure kill Mayura-"
"Who's Mayura?"
"A little girl in jail."
"I must go," she said turning around, only to be grabbed by Peter. "There must be some other way!"
"Pete, there isn't. Please for me, just say, I agree and I'll tell Miraz, please Peter, do it, not for me, not for you, for Narnia," she said.
"Fine," Peter agreed, hugging her tight. "I must go, I'll see you all soon," she said, turning around and running. And when she turned around, Peter smiled, hiding his frown. "I love you," she whispered to herself.
She walked to the tent and talked to Miraz. "Miraz, they agreed," she said and turned around and embraced Mayura.
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The Battle for Us (Peter Pevensie+reader)
FanfictionKaralyn Arlyn was a girl at age 8 was taken from her home in London when she discorved Narnia. She was a daughter of Eve, but instead of killing her, the White Witch chose her to use her against her enemies as the most skilled in swordsmanship. She...
