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stardustand-pearls · 6 months

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Stay? P.2

Peter Pevensie x reader.

a/n: This is part two, click here for the previous part, or here for my masterlist.

Warnings: slight dizziness, almost falling. Not much!

Enjoy!

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Peter took my hand in his, and pressed his soft lips against it, just like he had in the garden. I felt my cheeks heat up under his intense gaze, and I gathered my skirts to courtesy as low as I could. ”Your Majesty.” I said, bowing my head to avoid his eyes. ”Lady Y/N.” He said, before saying hello to my mother. ”This is my adviser, Argus.” He said, gesturing to a centaur next to him. I bowed my head, as did my mother. ”Shall we get started with the meeting?” Peter proposes, opening the door to his study. I nod and smile, walking into his study. My mother takes a seat at his table, and I take the empty chair next to her. I sit down and look around. This place was not at all how I imagined it. It was filled with books and there was even a piano in the corner. I was pulled out of my thoughts by the voice of my mother. ”I’m so very glad that you agreed to do this, Your Majesty.” My mother says, laying a hand on my shoulder. I force a smile, fidgeting with my hands. I felt the rough fabric of my dress, and the ringing in my ears became louder and louder.

As the meeting unfolds in King Peter's study, the air is thick with formality. The initial awkwardness lingers, but Peter gracefully steers the conversation towards the matters at hand. His adviser, Argus, contributes insights with a calm demeanor. I try to remain composed, though I still feel the hint of a blush on my cheeks.

When the meeting is adjourned, I step outside to get some air, a task made challenging by this corset. I try to loosen it a bit, but without Clara’s help, it’s useless. I place a hand on my waist, taking a few breaths, trying to fight the feeling of suffocation. The sun pricking at my skin made matters worse and I started to fan myself with my hand. I supported myself on the handrail, and the feeling of dizziness became evident. Turning my back to the handrail, I use it as support as I slide down.

I hear footsteps, but I couldn’t turn to see who it was. ”Lady Y/N, are you alright?” I hear a voice say, and I look up, only to see Peters face looking down at me. I insist that I am fine, grabbing the handrail behind me, getting to my feet. As I do, I lose my footing, and I slip. I close my eyes, preparing to hit the hard floor. But before I can, Peter catches me. ”No, you’re not fine.” He objected, sighing deeply. He wrapped a strong arm around my waist, hoisting me up. He walks me over to a bench under a tree, far away from the sun. I sit down, and lean against the rough bark of the tree. The bench is made of stone, and it’s hard and cold. ”I’m terribly sorry I-” he cuts me of with a laugh. ”Don’t apologise,” he smiles ”let me get you some water. When was the last time you ate or drank something?” he questions. ”I’m pretty sure I ate before I left this morning.” I say, fidgeting with my dress. He sighs, and goes to fetch some food for me. He returns a short while later, a platter and a goblet in hand. ”Thank you, Your Majesty. I’m so terribly sorry for this inconvenience I-”

”Don’t. And please, call me Peter.” He insists, smiling. ”Only if you call me Y/N.” He chuckles. ”Deal.” he grinned, reaching his hand out. I smile and shake it. ”Deal.” I take the food from him and I start to eat it. ”Why didn’t you want to tell me your name?” I ask, taking another bite. He turns to me, confusion clear on his face. ”In the garden.” I clarify. He smiles ”Oh. I don’t really know. Though it would be fun. But Edmund needed my help, so I didn’t get a chance to speak to you.” I laugh slightly, and I catch myself looking at his face far too long. ”You’re not how I expected you to be at all.” I revealed. He chuckles slightly, his eyebrows rose. ”What did you expect me to be then?” I shrug.

”More closed up, I suppose?” I explained, struggling to find the right words. He studied my face for what must have been seconds, but it felt like minutes. I couldn’t fight the smile creeping onto my face. ”What?” The corners of his mouth turned up. ”You look beautiful.” He breathed out, his words barely a whisper. I shook my head. I still felt the redness on my face, both my hair and my dress was unruly, and the tiny beads of sweat were still forming. This must have been the worst I’ve ever looked. I turned to look at him, ready to argue. But before I could, I got lost in his eyes. How could I not have noticed his eyes before? They were beautiful. I felt my cheeks heat up, and I looked away. I focused on my hands, picking at my nails. ”Thank you.” I managed to say. He rose from beside me, offering his arm. ”It’s getting late.” I nod, taking his arm. We walk back to the castle in comfortable silence. ”Thank you for today. It was nice” I admitted as we reach my chambers. He hummed in agreement. ”Goodnight Peter.” I said, looking up at him. The last rays of sunshine shone trough his hair, making it shimmer like gold. ”Goodnight Milady.” He teased, and I barked out a laugh. ”I though we had a deal.” Mischief flashes through his eyes as he shrugs. ”Goodnight Peter.” I announce yet again, opening the door to my chambers and walking in. As the heavy door closes I lean against it, breathing out. ”Clara!” I exclaim, not wanting to be in this godforsaken corset anymore. She quickly walks into my room. She immediately knows what I need help with, and she undoes the intricate lace of my corset. I gasp, air filling my lungs. ”Thank you.” I murmur, getting the rest of my dress off.

I slowly climb into bed, my muscles aching. As soon as my head hit the pillow I felt the drowsiness wash over me, my eyelids heavy. Within minutes I was asleep, the quiet sounds of my breathing filled the room.

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stardustand-pearls · 6 months

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Stay?

Peter Pevensie x reader

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I sat in the garden, picking at my nails, a habit my mother despised. I had just found out that I was betrothed to High King Peter, something that I had suspected for a while now. My siblings had all wed, leaving me as the only unmarried member of my family. The kingdom, once under my father's domain, now thrived under my eldest brother's rule, granted to him upon his marriage with Lady Eleanor of Galma.

I was brought back to reality by my mother's voice. "Y/N!" My mother called out. Startled, I quickly rose and gathered my skirts, going to meet my mother. "What is it, Mother?" I ask, slightly breathless. "Are you prepared?" She asks me, standing with her hands firmly planted on her hips. I meet her eyes, my brows furrowed. "Prepared for what?" I questioned, fidgeting with my dress. With a scoff, my mother acted as though the answer was obvious. "For our trip to Narnia, of course. What else?"

I sat in my carriage, once again picking at my nails whilst idly looking out the window. I passed beautiful scenery, something I couldn't fully appreciate at the moment. "Stop that!" My mother scolded, a deep frown etching her face. "Stop what?" I responded, my face mirroring her expression. "Stop picking at your nails! I lothe that filthy habit. A proper bride would not do such a thing." She sneered.

I firmly place my hands in my lap, biting my lip as an attempt to settle my nerves. The rising anxiety was undeniable. What if King Peter did not care for me? What if he takes one look at me and decided to call off the wedding? With a sigh, I push all those feelings away for now, deciding that dwelling will only make things worse.

After many hours, we finally arrive at Cair Paravel. Peering out the window, my eyes widen in surprise. While I'd heard of this castles breathtaking reputation, I didn't expect this. It wasn't overly decorated with gold, and huge monuments, it was beautiful in it's simplicity.

I open the carriage door, gathering my skirts and jump out. I grab my bags, whilst my mother chooses a different approach, allowing the servants to manage her belongings. While I could have done the same, it wouldn't have felt right, not when I can carry them myself.

When I've placed my bags in my chambers, I look around. It was quite different from my chambers at home, but not necessarily in a bad way. A little while later, I decided that some fresh air would do me good. I look around for my mother, but she is nowhere to be found. Slowly, I make my way to the garden, looking at all the different flowers.

At the sound of a twig snap, I quickly spun around. I saw a tall man, with messy hair that fell into his blue eyes, he wore simple clothing. I recognised him from somewhere, but I couldn't put my finger on where I'd seen him before. "I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, milady." He said, bowing slightly. I offered a slight curtesy back, not knowing whether he was royal or just a stable boy. "Oh, it's alright, I am just exploring the garden. If you don't mind me asking, what is your name?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. A hint of mischief flashes in his eyes. "I'm no one whose name concerns you, miss." I give him a slight smile, but my mind couldn't help but wonder, who is this mysterious man? He grins at me before offering me a goodbye. He took my hand in his and pressed his lips against it. "Untill we see again, milady." I have no time to respond, for he is gone within seconds.

When I get back to my chambers, I decide on taking a bath. I let Clara, my maid, know. I sit down on my bed, I slowly unravel my braid, thoughts of the man in the gardens lingering. But, alas, there is no rime to dwell. Clara enters the room with some hot water, and fills up my bath. I smile and give a silent thanks before climbing into the water. Clara leaves the room, and I'm left alone with my thoughts until the water turns cold, prompting me to get up and wrap myself in a towel.

As I'm drying off, Clara re-enters the room. "Which dress today, miss?" Clara asks, opening my chest. "The blue one, please. And Clara, I've told you countless of times, call me Y/N." I say, feeling a smile tug at my mouth. "And I've told you countless of times: no." Clara responds, holding up my blue dress, smiling at me. I laugh slightly and nod in acknowledgement. I put on my chemise and Clara assits me with my corset. I must have put a corset on hundreds of times, but I'd never get used to it. Suddenly, my mother enters. "Ah, there you are, my dear. You're scheduled to meet High King Peter in... oh, just fifteen minutes," she informs me, a gleeful smile on her face. "Clara, please tighten her corset." I shoot a disapproving look at my mother, but before I can protest, Clara tightens my corset, apologizing, "Sorry, miss," with a sympathetic smile. I pull my blue dress over my head and leave with my mother.

As we make our way to King Peters study, I wipe my hands om my dress. The nerves that I had repressed sudden made themselves known. My mother and I make our way to his study before Peter, and we wait. "Stand straight, dear." My mother comments, frowning slightly. I sigh but comply. Just as I turn, a familiar face catches my eye—the man from the garden! My initial smile fades into confusion as I notice his regal attire. I blush, realizing my embarrassing mistake in addressing High King Peter as a commoner before. As he approaches, I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the encounter.

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A/N:

Thank you for reading! English is not my first language, so I hope that this is alright! This is the first part of a series I plan on doing. If you liked it, please leave a like. :))

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