The Chronicles of Narnia Imagines & Preferences

I Wove You

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Character: Peter x reader

Warning: Golden Age AU

Words: 1829 words

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It is that time of the year again, the Annual Narnia Sportsman and Knightship Tournament. I have told Peter a thousand times already, he really should change the name of the tournament, it's such a mouthful.

Anyway, it's the month where Narnia will hold its annual tournament. I have been to every single race ever since the first tournament was first held three years ago. It was amazing to watch, but it is an entirely different matter to join the game. I have been preparing for this for years and this time, I am going to join the tournament and win it myself.

I already planned everything to make sure I can sneak into the game without anyone noticing. Originally, the tournament is not open for women. They say that it's not proper for ladies to participate in such events. I think they're just afraid that they'll never have a chance to win if girls joined the game. Sour losers, most boys are.

The boys always say things like "girls should stay at home and take care of the children and do the chores" or "girls are not strong and that's why only men are allowed in the tournament." What a bunch of nonsense. Sometimes I wonder what is actually in the teeny tiny brain of these males. This year, I am going to participate in the tournament, whether the men like it or not, and I am going to kick their butt so bad that they are going to be in Calormen when they land.

I was putting up my armour and other protective gears in my room, with my trusty sword and shield. I was ready to play and show the competitors who're the boss of this tournament. I walked into the reception tent

Just when I was about to report my name to the reception and enrolled myself into the tournament, a group of knights and royalties walked into the reception tent. Said group include my favourite King of Narnia, Peter Pevensie. Peter makes good friends, friends that are brave and smart and muscular and handsome. Despite these good qualities Peter and his friends have, they can be a bit competitive, too competitive in my opinion.

I heard them chatting very loudly about the upcoming tournament and the other competitors that they're going to beat, probably trying to scare some of the other players. I quickly gave my name to the faun that was in charge of the enrollment and was on my way to leave the reception tent as soon as possible, figured that it will save me some embarrassment if the boys found out I was joining the game.

Of course, luck was not on my side and the boys saw me. Prince Harrison from The Lone Island recognised me even if I have all those armours on and yelled out my name, stopped me from leaving the tent. The rest of the boys heard Harrison calling me immediately turned their focus from the conversation to me.

Peter came up to me and asked, "Y/N, what are you doing here? I thought you are just going to watch the game not join them."

I ran my hand through my neatly tied ponytail and said, "Peter, I am playing this time. I've been preparing myself all this time and I am joining the tournament this year."

"Y/N, I'm not saying you're weak but you are not ready for the tournament. Look at us, we are strong and are all kings and princes and knights. All the fighters are well-prepared and experienced. You are just a little girl and most girls I know can't handle themselves. All I'm saying is that I don't want you to lose and look bad!" Peter exclaimed as the other boys snickered as they heard the low-key insult.