Of Story Books and Fairy Tales || E. Pevensie

XIV

"No matter, sir. If it were me, I would have done the same." Peter smiled. 

"Alright, my turn," Lucy called as she left her seat. This made all three of the adults raise their eyebrows at her. She skipped down the steps in her dress, unsheathing the dagger at her waist. 

"Lu, what are you doing?" Peter asked.

"Well, Lord Sasha had his turn sparring with you and now it's mine," she explained casually. 

"Are you sure that is wise, my lady?" Lord Sasha raised an eyebrow. 

"Edmund and Peter are experts in sword arts, Edmund being best in the land, Susan is the best archer in Narnia, and now here I stand." Lucy gestured to herself, looking between the three before her. Peter sighed silently. He knew that one day Lucy would want to join their training. After all, she could throw a dagger on point. But close combat was something else. 

"Alright Lu," he said. "But don't expect me to go full out on you."

"Wouldn't dream of it. That's my advantage." His youngest sister smirked, surprising the three. Susan stumbled a laugh as Lord Sasha tried to his grin behind his hand, both sharing a well-amused look. Peter, taken back, almost felt embarrassed. He took his stance with a smirk.

"Ready when you are." 

The two circled, eyeing each other and the high king swore he saw the hesitation in her eyes. 

"Scared Lucy?" That seemed to have snapped her from her thoughts and she grinned at him.

"Oh yes, I'm quivering in my boots."

"You've been spending too much time with Edmund." Peter scoffed. 

With a laugh she advanced, catching her brother by surprise as her dagger clashed with his sword. They danced about each other and to say that Peter was surprised that his youngest sister was able to hold up for so long. Alas, he caught her off guard and disarmed her. 

"Still quivering in your boots?" Peter smirked. Lucy's lips spread into a wide grin. 

"Very funny." 

"Why do I have a feeling Ed has been training you in secret?" Susan jested as she approached the two. 

"My queen, that was extraordinary." Sasha praised and Lucy bowed her head in thanks. 

"Well, he may have shown me a thing or two." she gushed. Peter chuckled but then something, someone caught his eye. His eyes lit up and he silently left the three others, making them look at each other confused. 

"How are you this morning, Morana?" The high king smiled, taking the young princess by the hand. 

"Morana? First name basis?" Lucy quirked an eyebrow looking at her older sister. Even Lord Sasha looked confused. 

"I am well," Morana replied, a blush adorning her cheeks. "And you, my lord?"

"Please, I've told you before. Peter is fine." 

Susan and Lucy shared a look. They had never seen their older brother like this before and Susan couldn't help but feel suspicious. She made a mental note to keep a sharp eye on the pair and make sure that they'd never be alone.

~.~

"You can begin the travel home, Thurma. We'll be following," Edmund said to the fox and she bowed her head. 

"We'll get them safely back to Cair Paravel, your highness," she replied, then looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her amber eyes. "And for Aslan's sake, watch over your future queen."

A blush graced the young king's face as he cleared his throat, glancing around them in hope no one had heard his most trusted soldier. 

"You best be on your way," he mumbled and Thurma laughed, trotting off to the group of survivors of Telmar and the small rescue party King Edmund had led here. 

"Are you sure you shouldn't go with them?" Edmund heard a voice he adored say behind him. Olivia had approached his side, watching the people walk off towards the east. Edmund looked down at her.

"They'll be fine. Susan will meet them at Beruna." Olivia felt his hand slipped into hers, causing her to look at him. 

"I'm not leaving you to do this journey alone, Liv," he said softly and the girl swore she felt her heart pick up its pace. A smile grew on her cold face as she gripped his hand.

"Let's get going then." 

"How long do you reckon?" Willow asked, leaning up against a tree with Cheval and Seven standing next to him. Seven was examining his sword when he looked up at the faun, then followed his gaze to where he watched the two young humans smiling at each other.

"Possibly longer than you'd think," answered the mouse. "We all know how closed-off the king can be." 

"Yes, but don't be surprised if he cannot control his actions because of his emotions," Cheval spoke up. "I say before this journey ends."

"Are you saying he'll kiss her before we finish this quest?" Seven quirked an eyebrow up at the horse. 

"The young king has a way with words but remember, this is the first we've ever seen him like this."

"Fine. If he kisses her before we return to Cair Paravel, I'll clean your stables for a month." Willow smirked over at Cheval. 

"Have fun with that." Phillip mused, appearing beside Cheval as the couple walked back over to them. Seven shook his head.

"Search of the lamppost my arse. More like search of romantic feelings between two teenagers with the losing bet of a faun."