❛ IF IT TAKES FIGHTING A WAR FOR US TO MEET,
IT WILL HAVE BEEN WORTH IT. ❜
in which the world turns to the kings and queens of old,
but the kings and queens turn to a lonely knight.
𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙀𝘿
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REAL LIFE ❛ I'M PAST PATIENTLY WAITING ❜
There was a pleasing sort of quiet that hung above the winter noon that day. The Great Delta River was heard passing by smoothly outside the Lady's home and the trees swayed at just the right speed for the leaves to rustle just that little bit. Everything had been peaceful in Athena's life the last couple of months, so much so that her leg had nearly healed completely and her head was finding its place in the world at long last. There was no drama in the western area of Narnia either; no rumour filled castle; not one drop of suspicion or jealousy. Athena felt right in her new home. She had found her peace with the rushing river and the oncoming winter.
By routine, she found herself in her stables after lunch, ready to care for her two horses like she did every day. One was a fine, bay mare which clearly resembled Phillip, Edmund's war horse, whom she had known all too well during her residency at the royal court. She was shy but obedient, and Athena had soon found herself calling the animal Eos, for she had found her during the darkest of times, hoping for a new dawn.
The other, however, she couldn't bring herself to name. He was a magnificent, rich black stallion with a strength to him that Athena had only just begun to discover. The reason for her distance was that he was a departure gift from the High King; someone she swore to forget about whilst her injuries and thoughts healed. The poor creature was a constant reminder of Athena's regret and sorrow, despite him being a beauty to look at and a pleasure to care for.
She was emptying out the water basin when she heard the sound of another horse like sound nearby. Naturally assuming that it was one of her centaur neighbours, she continued her work in the stable, grooming Eos' coat and replenishing Untitled Horse No.1's water supply. It was when she had reached the doorway to grab some tack for cleaning that she heard the sound of hooves grow closer. At first, she had assumed that it was a visitor, but after she did a quick reality check and remembered she hardly had any visitors, mostly because Athena didn't like to be disturbed, her pulse began to quicken and her heart started to panic.
Reaching for her sword which permanently resided at her side, Athena backed herself away from the entrance, arms extended in front of her, holding her weapon at the fear of an intruder. She shuffled back further, trying her best to not disturb Eos as she ploughed her way through the stack of hay to her left.
"Who's there?" Athena's voice was stern, readying itself for an outcry. Her breathing was marching at an unsteady pace. "I. . . I'm armed and you are trespassing!"
But the identity of the trespasser shouldn't have come as such a surprise. Making his way through the doorway to the stables was none other than Peter Pevensie himself: a man Athena hadn't expected to see for another week. . . another month even. Yet as he moved into the light it was like she barely recognised her King at all. His hair was scruffy and bags hung beneath the masked blue spots that were supposed to be his eyes. In fact, Peter looked broken. Peter liked to define it more as broken-hearted.
