I'm in Love With The King

Part Eleven The Battle

We stand in front of a great army. Calormenes poise themselves before the Narnian army lead by Peter and Caspian. I sit upon my chesnut bay war horse decorated we are both decorated in armour, I carry my bow and arrow and quiver and my sword. Peter sits upon his own horse, a beautiful white stallion, he is also decorated in his armour. A look of death and rage veneers upon his face. Caspian dawns a look of war, normal in this time, uncomparable to Peter though.

The Calormenes call their war cry and begin to charge towards us. Peter holds his ground then looks to Caspian. They nod to each other and Peter war cries:

"For Narnia and for Aslan!" but a new meaning traces his cry.

This cry is for Edmund, not only for Narnia. This cry is for his beloved brother, cruelly murdered by the king of Calormen, and not only for Aslan.

Peter and Caspian's faithful army charges directly behind them. The great armies combine themselves, merging into one great mass of shields, armour, swords, bows, quivers, war cries, arrows, horses, soldiers, blood and flesh. My sword sinks into a Calormen, slides out and finds another. A Calormen smashes his sword upon my armour and I crash my sword into his neck, beheading him. He collapses and I go for another. I take out my bow and nock an arrow and shoot a Calormen, his blood leaks onto his armour and he falls to the ground, I take out another arrow and stab another then shoot another.

The silver armour flashes before my eyes and soon it is all over. We stand before the quickly defeated army. The white flag flutters on the Calormen staff. The Narnians stand tall and proud, their rage still firing. Peter sits upon his stallion, his chest raising and lowering heavily. Caspian rises from the ground after being knocked off his horse only moments ago.

Peter walks his horse over to me and dismounts. I look into his eyes and he removes his helmet and throws it to the ground and presses his lips firmly to mine. I flinch in surprise and he pulls me closer to him, tighter to him.

"You go to Cair Paravel, I can take care of this," Caspian tells us as we pull apart.

"Thank you Caspian," I nod to him, he nods back and Peter and I mount our horses and slowly head back to the castle.

"Peter, are you ok?" I ask him, my hips lazily swaying from side to side with the motion of my horse.

I look back to him, his head drops and his his shoulders shake and he covers his face with his hand. I slow my horse and allow him to catch up with me until our horses are neck and neck. Peter reaches out and takes my hand, squeezing it hard and bringing it up to his chest, resting our entangled hands next to his heart.

"Promise me something," he whispers.

"Anything for you Peter," I tell him, rubbing circles on his hand with my thumb.

"Never leave me."

"I promise," I whisper.

We go silently back to Cair Paravel, our hands still clutched together. Our horses are taken back to the stables by servants and Peter and I walk into the castle. As we come around a corner Peter yanks me into a smaller passageway and presses me against the wall. His lips press firmly against mine and he pulls away. He rests his forehead against mine and takes a long, deep breath. His shoulders shake and his eyes close. I cup his face in my hands and gently kiss his nose and wipe the sweat from his forehead. Peter holds my waist and pulls me closer. His head rests on my shoulder and I wrap my arms around him, our metal armour clinking against each other. My hand sets on the back of his head and I lightly stroke his damp, sweaty hair. My nose fills with the scent of Peter, sweat, leather, metal, and now blood and tears. I feel his slow tears gently soaking my fingers as I wipe them away.

"I love you Peter. I'm so proud of you and I know Edmund is proud of you too. You've been so strong," I try to comfort him with my truthful words.

All he does is lift his head and look into my eyes. His eyes are red and still full of tears. His hand slowly reaches up and cups my cheek and he gently rubs circles with his thumb.

"I miss him," he strains out in a whisper as tears continue to fall.

I nod and start to cry with him, our bodies supporting each other. "Let's get out of our armour," I suggest quietly.

Peter nods and we go to our room and change.