𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 - ᵖᵉᵗᵉʳ ᵖᵉᵛᵉⁿˢⁱᵉ

꧁Tʜᴇ Lɪᴏɴ꧂

Once they had met Aslan, the Lion had asked to speak to Peter alone. The girls had gone off with some dryads who had given them dresses to wear. Katherine found she might have preferred a plain shirt and some trousers but she didn't complain.

Susan wore an olive green one, Lucy had a duck egg blue whilst Katherine wore a navy one. The dress hugged her body comfortably accenting her hourglass figure she liked to hide.

"How does your waist cinch in like that" Susan had once asked her. "What I'd give for your body"

They had gone exploring around the camp and seen most of the tents. Two tents had also been set up for them. One for the girls and one for the boys or at least that's how the three had decided to split it.

Inside the tents were large hammock-like beds and fresh clothes for them all. Katherine had just gaped at the finery that they had said was for her. Her father had been wealthy, but even for her dresses like these were uncommon.

The centaur Oreius had introduced himself to Katherine as they had wandered through the camp and although he never apologized for his harsh words of Edmund he did offer to train her with her blades for the war that might occur.

Katherine accepted and when she cheekily added that she might be able to teach him a few moves herself he only smiled broadly and nodded his head. Katherine would have to wait for practice to see exactly what that had meant.

Lucy and Susan began to make their way to the river and Katherine trailed after them risking a glance up towards the hill where the golden boy stood.

꧁꧂View꧁꧂Change꧁꧂

Peter stared into the distance at a shining palace down the coast. He sighed as he heard Katherine's laughter rising up from the camp.

"That is Cair Paravel," the Lion told him as he moved to his side.

"Where you shall be crowned Peter, as High King"

Peter looked down at the hilt of his sword trying to avoid the Lion's eyes.

"You doubt the prophecy?" Peter couldn't tell if it was a question or a statement, nevertheless, he answered.

"No" he began honestly, "That's just it. Aslan, I'm not who you all think I am"

The lion smiled, "Peter Pevensie, formerly of Finchley, Beaver also mentioned you planned on turning him into a hat"

Peter laughed at the mention of his empty threat on the ice.

"You also have feelings for the girl who has come across a country to help your brother" he added and Peter tensed a bit. "You needn't worry Peter I have a feeling those feelings are not unrequited"

The Lion sighed as he turned to the camp, "Peter there is a Deep Magic more powerful than any of us that rules over Narnia. It defines right from wrong and governs all or destinies. Yours... and mine"

Peter turned to the Lion as he spoke and couldn't help wondering why he looked so sad as he continued.

"But I couldn't even protect my own family" Peter protested.

"You brought them safely this far" Aslan countered.

"Not all of them" Peter muttered staring out into the distance.

"Peter, I will do what I can to help your brother, but I need you to consider what I ask of you," Aslan told him before looking towards the camp full of his subjects.