『ACE OF HEARTS』 peter pevensie

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Throughout everything that was happening to Artemis, the two eldest Pevensies had just awoken in the middle of their night's rest. The light was switched on as the youngest of the four jumped on her eldest brother's bed, shouting his name in excitement to wake him up. "Peter! Peter, wake up! Peter, wake up! It's there! It's really there!" she jumped her small body up and down the bed, shaking him awake. "Lucy, what are you talking about?" Peter's sleepy voice called out to his younger sister.

The little girl excitedly continued explaining, "Narnia! It's all in the wardrobe, like I told you!" At the same time, Susan sleepily followed Edmund into the room, shaking her head "Oh come on, you've just been dreaming, Lucy." No matter how much she loved her little sister, she couldn't keep going like this. She thought Lucy sounded like a crazy person, the way she kept talking about a world in the back of the wardrobe. The back of a wardrobe, for goodness' sake!

"But I haven't! I saw Mr. Tumnus again! And this time, Edmund went too!" Lucy smiled as she turned her head to her brother quickly, whose eyes widened immediately as he did not know how to react. Peter creased his eyebrows together as he questioned Edmund. "You- You saw the faun?"

Edmund sat down on the bed, no expression on his face as he didn't reply either. "Well, he didn't actually go there with me." Lucy started, but then paused halfway through her sentence and frowned, sliding off her brother's bed and stepping toward Edmund. "He-What were you doing, Edmund?" She realized she hadn't actually seen her brother the entire time she was visiting Narnia, until she went back to the wardrobe. She was curious as to how he had landed there and what he was occupied by through the entire time they were in the magical land. Meanwhile, Edmund's mind wandered back to Artemis, to how she had tried to save him, and now he thought about if he should tell the others the truth. About Narnia, and about Artemis being held by the Queen.

His mouth worked faster than his mind, as his thoughts were not even finished and he had started talking already. "I was just playing along. I'm sorry, Peter. I shouldn't have encouraged her, but you know what little children are like these days. Some of them just don't know when to stop pretending." A smug smile had formed on his face toward his little sister, whose eyes had begun to tear up and face began to turn a slight red colour, signaling her sadness, and even disappointment. Peter threw his cover to the side as he rushed after Lucy, who was now running out of the room. He rolled his eyes and sighed, on his way pushing Edmund down to his bed. "Ow!" The younger boy called out, not following his brother and sisters, though. He was not going to let Susan or Peter believe Lucy, he couldn't let that happen. Edmund wanted to be the only king, he did not want to share the throne with his brother and sister. Yes, they would become his servants. Servants who were not allowed to speak to the King without being spoken to. That was the sort King Edmund would be. King Edmund, he smiled, that sounded good. It sounded better than good! Amazing!

Lucy had her head bent down whilst running down the corridor, not noticing a confused, and sleepy, professor Kirke standing in her path. The little girl's body was pushed to a stop when she hit professor Kirke. "Oh!" he called out in surprise, and at the same time, Lucy wrapped her short arms around his waist as she continued sobbing, her face nuzzled in the old man's robe. The old man did not know what to do, he was baffled that a girl her age was still awake at this hour.

Macready's heavy footsteps were heard down the hallway as she called out, whispering though, in her usual petulant tone. "You children are one shenanigan shy of sleeping in the stable!" Halfway through her sentence— as she was tying her robe tightly around her torso — she looked up, her eyes meeting the professor's. "Professor. I'm sorry. I told them you were not to be disturbed." she stammered out, trying to find any worthy explanation. An unsuccessful situation.

The professor looked just as surprised as his housekeeper, who was now standing still in some sort of shock trance. "It's all right, Mrs. Macready. I'm sure there's an explanation. But first of all, I think this one is in need of a little hot chocolate." Kirke gently peeled the crying girl away from his torso and lead her over to Mrs. Macready, who placed her hand on Lucy's back and walked her to the kitchen to make her some hot chocolate and calm her down. "Come along, dear"

Peter and Susan were just about to return to their room, thinking nothing was wrong anymore. Especially now Lucy was getting hot chocolate. That, of course, wasn't the case. As the siblings turned around, the bearded man cleared his throat and with one big eyebrow raised, he nodded his head toward his study. On his way there, he made a quick stop in front of Artemis' room. That was something he always did whenever he was still awake at nighttime.

Artemis had been having nightmares ever since she had left her father behind, so Digory Kirke and his supposed granddaughter made an agreement. Right before he would go to sleep, or if he would wake up during the night, he would check up on her. Most of the time, the red haired girl was still awake, or had just awoken, so they would either go into the professor's study and talk about her nightmares and all the wonders Narnia brings, but sometimes Artemis would rather keep to herself and bury herself in the books in the library; her favourite room in the whole house.

He moved his hand to the doorknob and twisted it, peeking his head through the crack. His eyes observed the big, dark room for any sign of the red head. Just as he was about to pull the door closed again, he noticed something different in the girl's room. He knew every inch of it, for he had been the one furnishing it specially for her, to make it as much a home, as Narnian as he possibly could. But this time, there was just something not right. Creasing his eyebrows together, he found the source of his concern and confusion. A large box, very chest-like, was pulled out from under the bed and the wardrobe doors were open wide, showing all the clothes it had in store.

It did not take the professor long to realize that the chest that was opened, should contain Artemis' bow, arrows, quiver and her sword. But none of those cherished items were where they were supposed to be. Before actually realizing what he was doing, Kirke stepped inside the room to be sure it was actually empty, and it was. He stood there for a few seconds before a thought popped into his head. Maybe she was outside, again, she did that a lot. Maybe she was outside, practicing her archery. That was what she did when she missed her home. So that might be what she was doing right now, he thought. That was the only thing he could– and wanted to– think about, there was no possible way Artemis had found a way home after these long years.

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hi i'm so sorry for disappearing but i stg i have a plan to continue writing this a lot more & more frequently ok<3 but oi i'm dedicating this chapter to Ieskapieska. i'm working on another chapter rn;)