Wanted ➢ Peter Pevensie [2]

Chapter III - Friend or Foe

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"They said I was nothing but a troublemaker never up to no good,

You were the perfect all-American girl wouldn't touch me even if you could."

Greatest Love Story

LANCO

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Chapter III - Friend or Foe

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Lucy's and my laughs filled the room, reminding me of the days she would sneak into my tent long ago. It was a good way to grow familiar to staying in the castle and attempting to call it home.

Stories of our travels played vividly in my mind as I told them to her. Reliving all the best parts of our adventures with Lucy. She had come to the age where I could see her want to explore as Edmund and I had. With her birthday right around the corner, she will turn sixteen, the same age Edmund was when we left.

A little knock came to my door, attracting our attention. A small bird entered, finding a resting place on the back of a chair.

"Excuse me, Your majesty and Milady. Your presence has been requested in the throne room by the Kings." The little bird informed us.

"Thank you, we will be down in a few minutes," Lucy answered the bird.

"Without wishing to cause offense," He says hesitantly, "The Kings have sent this request urgently."

Lucy and I looked at each other with concern in our eyes. As I turned to the messenger, "Tell him we are on our way."

I quickly ran to my dresser after he nodded and shut the door, grabbing the first pair of clothes I could find which was a black pair of pants and a maroon long sleeve shirt. I threw my hair up into a ponytail and tucked my necklace into my shirt.

After dressing myself, I walked out of the bathroom, "Ready?"

Lucy looked at my shirt, smiled and then met my eyesight again, "Yes."

"What's wrong?" I asked, feeling like I might have a stain or hole in my shirt.

She shook her head, pulling the door open. "Oh nothing, we should get going."

We hurried down the halls, Lucy knowing her way around more skillfully than I. As soon as I entered the room, I realized why Lucy's smirk appeared. Peter stood at the end of a table next to his brother. Wearing a maroon color shirt.

I throw Lucy a glare for her immaturity. She smiles innocently.

"How could this have happened?" Peter asked Edmund and Susan who also stood around the table.