High King Peter (Peter Pevensie x reader)

Journey to Aslan's How

After introducing himself as Trumpkin, the dwarf suggested the group take Miraz's soldier's boat to find his friends who would help the Kings and Queens of old. Trumpkin claimed to have been near Caspian when the horn was blown and that if the group found his friends, Caspian would be with them.

"You never told us who you are?" Edmund noticed as Peter rowed the boat. He looked to the girl who was seated next to him. "You can't be one of them. You were helping us. So, who are you?"

Y/n looked around. Everyone was watching her, waiting for her reply.

"I am a telmarine," the girls' eyes widened, "but I am also part Narnian. My father was part dwarf." Everyone was silent. "My name is Y/n. I work in the palace with my father. I saw the soldiers riding away with you," she nodded at the dwarf, "and I wanted to help, so I followed them."

Everyone remained silent for a few more moments, before the dwarf spoke. "Why'd you want to help me?"

"I want Narnia to be the way it used to be. A peaceful place with no war. The telmarines were wrong to slaughter the Narnians. If all of you are gone, then we can't return to the old Narnia. I figured if I could help you, you might be able to see that there are those who wish for Narnia to be the way it was."

They rowed along in silence.

"They're so still," Lucy observed as she watched the trees.

Trumpkin gave her an odd look. "They're trees. What'd you expect?"

"They used to dance."

"It wasn‟t long after you left that the Telmarines invaded." Everyone looked at Y/n. She sighed sadly before Trumpkin continued. "Those that survived retreated to the woods. And the trees," he sighed, "they retreated so deeply inside themselves that they haven't been heard from since."

"I don't understand. How could Aslan have let this happen?" Y/n perked at the Great Lion's name but stayed quiet.

"Aslan? Thought he abandoned us when you lot did."

All the Pevensie children became very gloomy. "We didn't mean to leave, you know," Peter added.

"It makes no difference now, does it?"

Y/n couldn't help but feel sorry for the people around her. She looked to Peter. He had been High King when it was ripped away from him. Now he was a forbidden story in a book. She watched as his sadness melted into determination. "Get us to the Narnian's, and it will."

Soon the group arrived at a small bay. Trumpkin directed Peter to dock the boat. As Peter, Edmund, Susan, and Y/n pulled the boat ashore and Trumpkin anchored it, Lucy looked around. Soon she spotted a bear and began to approach it.

"Hello there," she called gaining the attention of both the group of people by the water and the bear. "It's alright, we're friends."

"Queen Lucy, stop!" Y/n shouted drawing her bow. The other Pevensies noted her behavior and began to get worried.

"Don't move, Your Majesty," Trumpkin called.

Lucy turned around. In her days, the animals were friendly Narnians. She didn't understand what was happening.

The bear began charging at the young Queen.

At the sound of the bear approaching, Lucy began running towards her family.

Everyone beside her ran to the boat to fetch their own weapons while Y/n released her arrow.

It missed.