Rule // Peter Pevensie [S.U.]

06 • Alone

Heavy voices whispered in her ear, snapping her eyes open. Aubrianna lie in bed below deck, Lucy nowhere in sight. "Lucy?" The room was deck, the windows doing nothing to shine any light onto the cold floor. The sky was dark, no stars, no moonlight. She slipped out of bed, her nightgown stopping mid-calf, as her feet touched the hardwood flooring. Hushed whispers hissed again, drawing her attention to the door. A dim light slipped beneath it, pouring onto her bedroom floor. Aubrey grabbed the nearest oil lamp, turning it on. She hesitated mid- reach for the knob. A heavy breath was released before she grabbed, pulling open the creaky door.

The hallway was too quiet, and it almost seemed as if the ship wasn't a ship, but a building of it's own. There was no other movements, no sways. It was alarmingly ominous in the dark corridor.

A door swung open nearby, a large burly man stumbling out. He huffed, muttering things under his breathe, walking with his back to the door. Shouts were heard from the door he had come from, so Aubrianna crept quietly toward it.

She slipped in unnoticed, gripping the metal lamp in her grasp. The shouting stopped, angry grunts being heard in their place. The queen crept down an eery staircase, torches meeting her at the end. Her feet hit more wooden floors, but they seemed unkept, dirtier. The room was large, a wooden door just in the corner. Weapons and armor lying about the benches around the walls. She was in the armory, the armory led to the dungeon. She set a pace, rushing to the enclosed dungeon in the walls. She felt cold stone on her feet. The room was wooden with stone floorings, metal bars lining the wall before her, a door wide open. There was no one there.

Surely she hadn't imagined the screaming? The queen stepped toward the metal door, gripping a bar in her fist. She stepped inside, a large pile of hay in the corner. A clang sounded behind her as she jumped, spinning on her heel as her eyes met a pair of blue ones. "Peter?" She gasped out, reaching out to cup her face, but flinched back as she saw the dead cold glare set on his face. "What's wrong Peter?" He scowled, grabbing a torch off the wall beside them. "You left me, Aubrianna. You let me leave Narnia alone." Her heart broke at the broken man before her. "You left me." A nerve was struck in her as her heart filled with guilt.

"Never again."

His hand dipped, the flames catching the hay as the room grew in size. "Peter!"

A hand shook her, deep breathes escaping her as she sprung up. The young queen looked around the deck, her eyes meeting those of a beady-eyed knight. "Land ho, Your Majesty."

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