TO THINE OWN SELF
part one — spring, 1011...' he wishes for the cloths of heaven '
W.B. YEATShad i the heavens' embroider cloths
enwrought with golden and silver light,
the blue and the dim and the dark cloths
of night and light and the half-light,
i would spread the cloths under your feet:
but i, being poor, have only dreams;
i have spread my dramas under your feet;
tread softly because you tread on my dreams.CAIR PARAVEL IS PERFECT
FOR A SPRINGTIME WEDDING,
DON'T YOU THINK?
YOU ARE READING
𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 ―peter pevensie.
Fanfic𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 in which she adores him, utterly, wholeheartedly, all-consumingly, yet her king only has eyes for one: his maiden, his mistress - his country. peter pevensie x fem!oc the...