.:BlOOd:. to .:BlOOd:. - [Pevensie Children]

[High King Peter Pevensie]

Peter;

He had chosen the library specifically because it was quiet. As High King, he still mantained some authority over others, and when he asked those who where in the library to leave, they respected his wishes. Peter pulled a wooden table closer to the window, aligning four chairs with it, two on each side. The soft golden seat cushions made him ache to sit down, but he planned on standing when his siblings arrived.

He had called them to discuss Narnia, and their presence in this country once more. The evergrowing talk of war, and the conversation he had had with Lady Lyanne (Anne), forced him to face the facts. There was much to be discussed, and Peter stood by the window impatiently waiting for the others. As he had not called a meeting in many years, Peter was adorned in more formal robes, and his sword was lying in the bedroom Caspian had given him. Green shirts embrodiered with gold thread brought out the distinct emerald in his eyes, and a dark blue tunic pulled out the blue.

He rested his arm on the window sill, bringing his forehead to the end of his hand and laying it there. He exhaled deeply, feeling as though he were in over his head once more. Narnia was no longer pleasant, if all they did was stay and fight the wars, and return home. Peter wished he had an anchor, something to cling to, to remain in Narnia forever.

The library was beautiful, and this beauty had not escaped Peter's eyes. Fresh oranges and apples left their scents in the air from the glass table in the center of the library, placed for Peter and his kin. The deep maghogany wood in this part was bright and shiny, like the woods in the library of Cair Paravel had been. Books lined the shelves, varying from topics of war, to geography, to tales of his lot. Peter had browsed through the books on the Golden Age. Many of them were old and worn, but some were relatively new. The newer ones contained a great deal of elaborations and flat out lies regarding Peter and his siblings. For example, he could not remember having fought twenty men and a wolf single handedly when Maugrim came to camp with another wolf and surprised Susan.

Flattered though he was, this was not enough distraction to calm Peter. He paced the room anxiously, eye on the door, and waiting for new arrivals.