I'm in Love With The King

Part Three

We arrive in the village just outside the castle. The people of the village fly the Narnian and Telmarine flags, cheering wildly for us. They hail their new king and praise the Kings and Queens of Old.

Peter and I are walking around the castle together after lunch. The first real meal we have had in days.

"How does it feel to walk these corridors without fear of being caught?" I laugh.

"Good, but I'm awfully sore," Peter rubs his shoulder, the one he dislocated.

"Still? Sit down and let me see."

I sit him down on a near-by bench and pull his shirt over his shoulder. A giant bruise covers his entire shoulder.

"Oh, you poor thing, your entire shoulder is bruised!" I tell him.

I fix his shirt and he turns to face me.

"I don't want to leave," Peter says, looking me in the eyes, his eyes are so sad and painful.

"I don't want you to go either Peter!" I sigh roughly.

Peter takes my hands and pulls them to his lips. "Who would've thought that I could find love in Narnia thousands of years after I rule?" he laughs.

"Thank you for saving my life," I tell him.

"Anytime you need me, just call," he smiles.

"Then I'll be calling you forever," I smile back.

His hand let's go of my hands and he touches my cheek. Our smiles fade and he

pulls my face into him. My arms wrap around his shoulders, careful of his bruise. and his slide around my waist. Our lips press together. We pull each other in tightly. We let go and sit up straight, looking into each other's eyes.

"I adore you," Peter says, his voice is a mixture of sternness and love, like he is commanding me to know his love, trying to be strong and loving all at the same time.

"I love you too," I close my eyes tightly and lean my forehead against his, burning the moment into my mind forever.

Peter lightly rubs my back and we stand up. "What are we going to do know?" I ask.

"Walk?" he suggests.

I nod and he takes my hand and we go outside and walk around the garden. The flowers have popped open to show their bright colours. The sun is bright and shining its warmth down upon Narnia. Peter's hand warms mine, I am so content just walking in his company. We need not say any words, just the satisfaction of knowing he is with me.

"Peter, Josephine!" Caspian calls to us from across the garden.

We stop as he quickly walks over to us. "What is it?" Peter asks, walking towards Caspian.

"I wanted to make sure you two know where you're staying," he tells us.

He gestures for us to follow him and we walk back into the castle and Caspian leads us to two adjacent rooms.

"Here is your room Josephine," he opens the door on the right, revealing a magnificently decorated room, lavished with red and black drapery and a four post bed, "This is your's, Peter."

Caspian opens the left room, the room is almost identical but mirror image of mine. I look at the sundial right beneath my window. It reads 2:30.

Caspian walks away and I go into my room. Huge draperies cover the wall shared by Peter and I. I reach over to them and brush my fingers on the soft velvet. I pull away the drapery, exposing the wall. Ornate carvings of hawks and bow and arrows and intricate designs overtake the wood. My hand lightly travels across the paneling, one of the corner squares looks as though it is lose and so I push it. The wall rumbles and slides over. Peter stands on the other side, my hands go to my mouth and I let out a small giggle.

"Oops!" I laugh.

Peter comes over to me, laughing. "Now how do we get the wall back?" he laughs.

I shrug. "Do we have to?"

"Once we figure out how to get the wall back then we can move it whenever we want," Peter smiles mischievously.

I look up at him, his eyes smile once again, his cheeks are not as pale as before, they are full of colour. My right hand slides up to his shoulder, up his neck, his cheek, then my fingers comb through his hair. Peter's hands wrap around my small waist and he pulls me to him.

"I always find a way to you, don't I?" I smile into his cheek as I press my nose to his upper jaw bone.

"I will always find my way to you if you can't," he traces my ear with his right hand.

"I like you Peter," I sigh contently.

"Only like? Because I love you."

"No, I really love you," I assure him.

"Good," he tells me, gently placing his lips on mine.