narnia smut

/(you can't marry me)/

sorry for not updating much and to disappoint you because this an image but it's really sweet so enjoy 

diane's pov

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i am only respected and cared about because people are after my father lord whitewood's money and attention. no one has ever cared for me for me they all just want the honor of courting and marrying me for the estates and treasures i bring with my heritage. although i must say after my father's recent political changes and moving to narnia and being present at the narnian court does feel quite more better then the rest of the the other kingdoms there are more friendly people here. there are fuans and centaurs and all sort of creatures which petrifies me but with time i do feel more comfortableish or atleast put in an effort and not judge.

the pensives also the kings and queens have such marvellous festivities and activities i have never heard of like halloween or valentines day and our current one christmas. christmas is beautiful with all there lights and decors that are absolutely unique and they have all there traditions like kissing under a misletoe and gift and just gorgeous and loving.

And the best part about narnia is High King Peter pensive. ughhhh. he is the so hot and decent. one of the most respectful men i have ever met and he talk to me for me. he notices me for me and not to mention he is amazing in bed. i know i must protect my virtue until marriage but i-. it doesn't matter. peter promised to keep it a secret.According to him in the world he was came from prior the virtue was something women could lose prior they were still silent about it but it was a lot more normal, their world sounds so different and interesting if only i could visit. they do seem like they have a better mind set then these rowdy pathetic excuses called lords, who constantly throw themselves at me, even tried to take my virtue to force a marriage and the best part is they dont even think im beautiful.Peter was always so different and gentle but lustful and his presence was always a nice one to be in sure his anger sometimes got the best of him but overall i wish there were more like him.

"ahh there she is" i hear my fathers voice upon entering the hall "diane come here"

"father" i acknowledge as i gently bow my head.

"have you met lord tinsenberg, he truly is a wonderful man"he introduces me turning me to look at a man who looks a lot closer to my fathers age then mine.

"i have not but i am sure he must be a remarkable person if you believe to be wonderful " i say bowing my head towards him. the look of his face disturbs me as his i rake my body and linger at certain parts for to long.

"yes, he has lots of castles in telmar truly beautiful ones im sure you would fancy a visit if u hear the stories" my father encouraged, i already knew what this was he was trying to marry me of i was never a daughter, i was a barging chip first then a daughter.

"Of, course i would love to if lord-" i say with a smile playing along but purposely forgot his name to make him think that he isn't worth as much not important enough bc he is someone i ca't even remember although i just met him.

"tinsenberg" he smiled back

"yes, lord tinberg would love to have us" i continue

"tinesenberg my dear, and of corse i would love to have you" he 

" if you will excuse my father i am needed by the ladies for joining queen high queen susan and queen lucy for discussion" i try to make up a shit excuse to leave

"of course my dove" he smilled

"lord tinsinberg pleasure to meet you" i say walking of before he said anything. i walk over to the table of food and drinks and pick a goblet of wine to get me through thi day. usually seeing peter and dreaming about him for the rest of the day was what got me through but i haven't seen him at all today.