'Whence seated 4 Kings and Queens upon the Thrones of Cair,
May an Unlawful Relationship Arise.
May Power be Fought for, May Deceit Run Deep.
When Lives be Threatened and Taken,
May Hope We Keep.
When Trust is Weakened and the Heart Feels Pained,
May the Media have Mercy & the Rightful Reign.'
"Dinner's ready, Your Majesty."
"One moment." The younger of both the remaining Pevensies and the British Monarchs spoke distractedly, before snapping the laptop shut.
After months, she'd finally written the story that she hadn't had to create, but which she had lived through herself.
A story which she'd only JUST written a description for.
A story, which was- well, exposed.
Exposed and posted.
A story that you, right this moment, have access to.
A story which, whilst you read, we pray you keep your wits about you.
Keep your friends close, and perhaps, even without your knowledge, you'll have your enemies even closer.
"You're not going anywhere, if anything your little boyfriend will just have another seat next to you." Peter threatens.
A sharp laugh fell uncontrollably from my lips, which only seemed to make Peter angrier.
"What?" He questions harshly.
"I just think it's funny that so many people believe you are the great lost king or whatever but you still don't understand anything about the land." I chuckle, doing my best to get on everyone of his nerves, "You're just a boy that fell through a wardrobe."
"And what are you? A spoiled false princess." He challenges with his head cocked to the side.
I tilt my head equally and smile innocently, "Actually, I prefer unbelievably stunning current heir to the throne."
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A Witch's daughter story that actually has character development and is actually realistic, ya know, minus the magic part
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Highest ranks:
#1 in PETERPEVENSIE
#1 in UPDATING
#1 in WHITEWITCH
#1 in SERIES
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Multiple POV
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Story intertwined with the storyline of the Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis. I only own Ashton, Benvolio and any other characters not in the books or movies.
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