Narnia Preferences and Imagines

○Peter~II○

(An imagine for FortheloveofaConlon. I hope that you like it!)

A Payment Plan, Your Majesty

"Hi."

"Oh!" You jump, barely holding onto your plate filled to the brim with food off the buffet you had just raided.

"Sorry," The King laughs, placing a hand on your lower back to steady you when you hurriedly turn around. "I didn't mean to frighten you."

Breathing out a small sigh of relief, you smile at him. "No need to apologize, Sire."

The hand that was once gently holding you upright, moves to make a stop motion. "You don't have to call me that. It makes me sound so...regal."

"But you're a King?" He laughs again, a melodious sound that rings through the bustling ballroom. You could have sworn you heard the sound of a body hitting the floor. No doubt yet another female madly in love with everything about him.

"I know, it's so weird. I'm sixteen and they crowned me King. Not even just King, the High King.. I'm not even sure how that happened." He sighs again, a slight frown crossing his face. He quickly brushes it off, giving almost an apologetic look as if he just said something he never should have.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I won't tell." You promise, holding up your free pinky.

"Oh?" He tilts his head to one side, locking his with yours.

"For a small fee I won't tell." You say, letting go to grab a small item off your plate, pushing his hand away when it reaches for something. "The buffet is right there."

The King smiles. "Name your price." He urges, grabbing a piece of chocolate.

"Seeing as how I'm the guest of honor at this ball, a dance with a certain High King would not be unfair to ask." Peter let's out a hum, offering you a hand.

"If that's what it takes." You gingerly set yours in his, letting him lead you onto the dance floor. Taking care to lay your plate in a place you can grab it when you're finished.

"Are you actually gonna let me lead or are we gonna have a repeat of Susan's birthday?" He asks, his breath tickling your ear as he whispers, his hands snaking slowly around your waist.

"I might be persuaded. But that'll cost you too, Your Majesty." You whisper back, locking your hands around his neck.

"Please," was all Peter said, realizing he may have been a bit too loud when other couples, who have slowly trickled onto the floor, send worried glances.

"Please what, Your Grace?" You inquire, a smirk landing on your lips.

"Just call me Peter." He says, face becoming grave as his eyes shift to bore into yours. If not for his hands, carefully placed, your legs might have given out.

"Where's the fun in that?"

"You're not ever gonna stop are you?"

"Maybe...for a price." He rolls his eyes, the smile he wears contradicting such a reaction.

"Does everything with you have a cost?"

"I think you should know the answer to that."

"What do you want this time?" You shrug.

"Nothing much. A date, maybe." You reply, eyes gliding from him to the column just beyond his head.

"With who?" You could feel the confused stare he was giving you. You snort.

"A King." Peter's expression doesn't change.

"Edmund-"

"No, not with Edmund you idiot!" You exclaim, not missing the way his hands tighten with his realization.

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Okay." He gives you a smile, nodding slowly.

"Okay?"

"Okay." He repeats, the smile spreading to dance across your lips. A giggle erupts from them when he dips you, using it as an excuse to draw you closer.

"You know, this payment plan isn't all that bad."

"I'm glad you're coming around...Your Majesty."