Family Bonds -STORY UNDER REVISION!

Peter Thinks of Miss Elizabeth Jane

Peter watched as his sister and Caspian spoke, sharing stories and idle words as those who fashioned themselves in love did. They were truly happy with the other, and he was glad to see his sister smile and glad that if it had to be a man to bring Susan back to herself, that it was Caspian and not some stranger the family did not know. Susan had not smiled much in England after their last trip to Narnia, and he had not realized how much she was truly hurting until now when he saw her old self shine through and her face lit up in happiness. There was a fear in his heart about Susan being hurt again, as Caspian had been married once and he did not know if the marriage carried over into this land. Yet he knew Aslan would understand the love shared between his sister and Caspian, and would hopefully understand that even if the relationship was adulterous due to Caspian's previous marriage, that it was still of pure intent. 

However, as he watched the two resting peacefully in the pale light of dawn, a pain filled his heart as he thought of the one woman had had grown to admire, and perhaps even love. The one regret he held onto here in True Narnia. She was in England and very much alive, and here he was, dead and in Narnia. The woman who never found his stories childish, or called him weak. His sister's best friend, and also the illegitimate daughter of the Professor, Elizabeth Jane was the most caring and wonderful girl he knew.

She had believed him and had been his only true friend, besides his family of course. She had never once thought him a liar when he spoke such wonderful tales of Narnia and his adventures. In fact, as he recalled, she had quite enjoyed them, as her father told her similar tales as well. Was she the last friend of Narnia in England now, the only one who had a faith in a land she had not seen just from his tales? 

He wondered how she was doing, how she was coping with the loss of her father, as well as the Pevensie family. She had most likely not heard of the loss of Susan yet, though he did not know how time was flowing between the worlds, and if she had, he prayed she be strong and push through her grief. Peter still could not imagine the anguish Susan had felt at losing them, and to imagine Elizabeth suffering such a thing pained him in a way he knew it logically should not. 

He sighed lightly, biting the inside of his lip. She was probably married for all he knew, happy and glowing with a baby in her arms and a husband to see to her every whim. She deserved nothing less than what would make her happy, deserved the world. It had been so long since he had seen her, only letters letting them know of how the other was doing for the past three years before his death, letters that grew less frequent as they both grew busier with their education and other demands that pulled their time. 

Sighing and deep in thought, Peter sat down on the grassy hill, and stayed there until the sun rose bright into the sky, his heart reflecting on his feelings. Things here were felt so strongly, so fully, that he felt as if he could imagine Elizabeth there with him, her hand in his and a smile across her face. Her brown hair would be blowing slightly in the breeze as a laugh bubbled from her lips, dark eyes shining playfully.  It was not the first time he had imagined such things, wanting companionship. 

His attention was taken from his imagined scene and brought back to what was going on around him by the sudden lack of chatter from from his sister and Caspian. Before now, he could always hear Susan and Caspian's voices echoing faintly, the words unclear but full of playful tones in a way that suggested they were happily catching up, a thing Susan and her siblings still needed more time to do. Now, however, no voices carried, and he had to make sure the two were still there, and still being proper, especially if Caspian's marriage was still considered valid.

With a sigh of relief, Peter noticed that Caspian had only whispered something to Susan, causing the quiet that caused him concern. His sister had grinned, and Peter was about to look away when he realized the two were now moving. Susan stood and walked towards a small flower patch and began to weave a crown of daffodils, a faint humming from her lips.  What he hadn't expected, however, was Caspian taking that moment to walk towards him. The other king seemed to be trying to contain some emotion that bubbled inside him, and Peter raised a brow when Caspian made his way to his side.