Little Queen {Peter Pevensie}

8 | White Witch

I grabbed Peters hand as we left the room containing stone table and Caspian entered it. We passed him and Peter stopped but I gripped his hand tight pulling him along. I heard something odd in the room and I stopped turning back to stone table seeing Caspian with some creatures as they held his hand out to a wall that contained the White witch.

"What the he-" I began as Peter ran forward as Lucy, Susan and the small man followed us.

"Stop!" I yelled running in.

Some werewolf like creature ran at me and Edmund and we began fighting it off as the few other creatures were fought off by everyone else in the room. The werewolf ran forward flipping Edmund to his back before he threw me against the wall. I felt blood falling down my face and I groaned standing up dizzily pulling my bowstring back and shooting the wolf in the leg as he howled in pain. He ran at me but Edmund sliced his leg causing him to howl once more. I stumbled sideways still dizzy as I walked to Caspian before he could touch the witches hand. I held my daggers up as I pushed Caspian away.

"Get away from him" I yelled gritting my teeth from pain in my head.

Her hand went back into the ice wall and she smiled.

"Avalon dear, I've missed you" she said putting her hand back out. Peter pushed me away a little too forcefully as I fell back grabbing my head once more in pain.

"Aw Peter, I've missed you as well" she began. "Come forward. You know you cant do it alone."

He went into a trance as he lowered his sword and I groaned.

"No Peter" I said softly but then the ice around her cracked. Peter snapped out of it as her hand went back into the ice. Ice suddenly fell and I grabbed my head letting out a scream of pain from the loud noise. Peter fell back and then looked to me as we looked to see Edmund on the other side, he had broke it. Peter grabbed me and I flinched looking up.

"Dear are you alright?" he asked removing my hand from my head to see blood. His eyes flickered into mine with guilt. He picked me up gently carrying me out of the room and to a bed in a small room he had been staying in. He sat me down propping a raggedy pillow under my head and laying my head down gently as I moaned.

"Sorry" he said with a hint of pity in his voice.

"You're fine" I returned softly. He ripped a piece of his shirt off and dipped it in a water bowl before sitting on the side of the bed and placing it on my head where the blood was coming from. I closed my eyes smiling and I could hear him slightly laugh.

"Well King Peter whats funny?" I asked letting my eyes flutter open, smirking.

"Nothing, its just crazy you never found anyone else."

"Oh there were plenty of guys, but I wanted you. So I waited."

He smiled and laid beside me. He took the rag from my head as he laid on his back wrapping one arm around me. I turned my body slightly to him resting my head on his shoulder, bloody part in the air. He put the rag back on my head as I smiled.

"I love you" I muttered.

He kissed my forehead and sighed whispering "I love you too."