Y/N is an ambitious, sneaky and feisty antihero. After sneaking into Cair Paravel, she runs into none other than High King Peter. A strange turn of events leads to Peter and Y/N embarking on a journey together. Will they fall for eachother, or betra...
Y/N could see a flash of white sleeves. She flew through the bush, taking careful steps to avoid tripping over the tree roots and rocks. She knew they were getting closer, she could hear their deep panting and their nearing footsteps.
Y/N whipped her head around, attempting to take a quick look at her follower. With no success she turned back, but her averted attention caused her to miss the large tree root coming out from the undergrowth.
Y/N stumbled over the root. Then she lost her footing and went crashing into the fallen leaves. The figure following her pounced, landing right next to Y/N and pinning her to the ground. Y/N thrashed, punching the air, hoping one of her blows would hit her follower.
"AH, STOP" The voice cried as Y/N's fist collided with their face. She stopped, recognising the voice. Y/N opened her eyes to see Peter. He was on top of her, using his hands to hold her shoulders to the ground and enabling her to escape.
"Peter, what are you doing," Y/N grumbled, "I'm trying to escape."
"You can't leave, I won't allow it" He responds, determined to keep Y/N pinned to the floor. He flexed his jaw, where Y/N had obviously hit him.
"Ugh, why not!"
"I still need to have you trialed" He gritted through his teeth. Y/N scoffed.
"Trialed!? Honestly after all that's happened, you are so Peter" She gave up trying to escape Peter's grip, but turned her head to the side in order to avoid Peter's gaze.
"You done?" He asked
"Yes, now get off me," Y/N grumbled.
Peter let go of Y/N's shoulders and sat down on his knees. Y/N got off of the ground. She noticed blood was on her hands and looked around at herself, trying to find where the liquid was coming from. The wound on her arm had opened again and blood was spilling from it.
"Ah, shit" She groaned
Peter looked at her, worry filled his eyes. He ripped a part of his white shirt off.
"Here," he said, passing the strip of cloth to Y/N. She grabbed it and tried to tie it around her arm. Seeing she was struggling, Peter grabbed the cloth.
"Let me do it," He said, carefully wrapping the cloth around her arm.
The two looked back at the fight.
"Do you think we should've helped?" He asked
"No, why would we?"
"Well, they obviously came to help us,"
Y/N scoffed.
"Well, you can... but I'm pretty sure they didn't come to save me."
"Sure they did," Peter looked at Y/N.
"Peter, you're the high king," Y/N said as she got up off her knees, standing and brushing the leaves and dirt from her legs, "I'm just a village girl, they didn't come for me."
Y/N set off, seeing that Peter had given up his chase.
"Where are you going?" He asked, still sitting on the ground.
"I don't know," Y/N said, taking a last look at Peter before she walked off into the thick bush.
Leaves crunched under Y/N's feet. Tree branches caught her hair along the way, gabbing strands of her h/c hair. She raised her hood over her head, disguising herself from any possible threats that could be lurking in the forest. The sun still hung in the sky, creating streaks of light to shine through the gaps in the branches, creating a path of light on the leafy ground. The forests in Narnia had quickly regrown, considering they had just gone through a 100 year winter. Y/N stopped, listening for a second. She could hear distant birds. The sounds of battle had faded, maybe it had ended. Y/N did not want to wait around for a returning army, she knew slave traders when she saw them, they were no saviours. Y/N could also hear soft crunching leaves and branches snapping.
"You know I can hear you Peter," I said
"Oh," he grumbled, unrevealing his hiding spot behind a considerably skinny tree.
"Also that's High King Peter to you," he said proudly.
Y/N snapped her head around. She looked the king up and down. His dirty blonde hair had been ruffled by the trees and his once crisp, clean, white tunic was now ripped and covered in muck. He had a few cuts along his arms and a reddish spot along his cheekbone, probably a result of Y/N's punch.
"I'm not calling you that," she turned back and continued walking.
"Ok then," Peter said, following after her.
Y/N continued walking before she turned again.
"Why are you following me?" She questioned the king.
"Look, I need to get back to the palace, I need to see if my family is ok." He said, still walking towards Y/N.
"Well why didn't you just follow your saviours, I'm sure they would've helped you back."
"I know slave traders when I see them," Peter replied, stopping his track and looking at Y/N.
"Hm, so you think I'm gonna take you back to the castle?" Y/N asked
"Well, yeah," Peter smiled
"I'm not"
Peter continued walking towards Y/N. He stopped right in front of her. Y/N looked up at his face. His eyes were looking at hers, trapping her in his gaze.
"Why not,"
"Because I don't want to," she grinned
"Ughhh, you're so stubborn," Peter groaned. Walking past Y/N and leaving her dazed. It's not like she liked the king, but he was quite hard to hate.
"Sorry," She whispered before thinking about her words. Y/N wasn't sorry. She was never sorry.
"Well, I guess this is goodbye," Peter said, turning back to Y/N and reaching out his hand. Y/N looked at his hand and then back at Peter's face.
"What's this for?" She wondered
"Oh, you shake it," Peter replied, taking Y/N's hand into his own. Y/N looked at Peter before shaking his hand back and forth. Peter laughed.
"Not quite but sure," He giggled.
"I guess I'll see you around High King Peter," Y/N said.
"I hope you do," Peter smiled. He looked at Y/N one last time, from her fox ears to her ripped up shoes, before turning around and continuing on his way. He looked at his hand, and squeezed it, smiling.---------------------------------------------------------------------
ok i literally dont have any more ideas lmao but they WILL MEET AGAIN trust me
