Ship: (eventual) Peter Pevensie x reader
Warnings: very minor swearing like once
The boat ride was quite calming despite the looming thought of her death. Y/n lay silently on the floor of the boat, staring straight ahead trying to formulate some kind of plan. She HAD to find Caspian again and she for sure wasnât going to let these soldiers kill her so easily. They had stripped her of all her weapons at the castle, but had made the executive decision to not remove her armor, concluding that it would âjust let her sink fasterâ
She was snapped out of her thoughts when the soldier rowing the boat spoke
âHe wonât stop staringâ
Y/n glanced to the dwarf at her side, he was once again staring intently, straight into the eyes of the nervous solider.
âSo donât lookâ the other solider holding a crossbow said. Y/n smirked through her gag, humored by their uneasiness. She didnât find him odd, or frightening in the least. Her first encounter had been shocking, but she had always found the idea of Narnians fascinating.
The professor had secretly taught her and Caspian about Narnia in their youth, sneaking into the library at night and reading them stories of the Golden Age. She wasnât of royal blood and didnât feel important in the least, but the Professor insisted she should learn, and she didnât object. For many years she dreamt of dancing with fauns in the forests, but had never fathomed actually leaving Telmar until the death of King Caspian IX. After that her suspensions of Miraz only grew and she knew she must protect Caspian no matter what that meant.
âHereâs far enoughâ the guard growled and reached for the dwarf
âWait!â The other snapped, his hand reaching out to stop his friend âlets deal with her first. She may cause trouble.â
Y/n was suddenly brought to the reality that she had no plan. Both men grabbed either side of her and stood. Her heart beat rapidly and she looked around frantically for something, ANYTHING
A red feathered arrow quivered as it hit the side of the boat.
Both Telmerains looked down at it and y/n seized the opportunity at hand. She twisted her body violently to the side, causing the two men to yell in pain as their wrists bent the wrong way. They dropped her and she fell hard back into the boat. One of them aimed his crossbow at the beach but another arrow lodged itself in his chest and he fell back into the water. The other grabbed the dwarf and hauled him towards the edge of the boat
âDrop him!â A voice rang out over the water and the soldier complied, tossing the small figure into the water before a third arrow found its way into his body.
The boat tipped violently as the man fell and y/n rolled into the water, barely having enough time to take a breath. Despite her bound wrists and ankles she managed to propel herself forward somewhat, looking around frantically for the dwarf. She spotted him sinking and tried to push forward but before she could react a strong pair of arms wrapped around her and pulled her towards the surface. Her lungs were screaming for air but she still desperately kicked against her savior in an attempt to reach her companion. Her head broke the surface and she gasped for air, the gag making it considerably harder. She blinked a couple times and noticed to her relief that the dwarf was being pulled to shore by a dark haired boy.
When they reached the sand, a small girl ran up and used a dagger to slice through the rope on their wrists. Y/n ripped the gag from her mouth and violently coughed up water. Taking a few more gasping breaths before reaching to untie her legs. She stood wobbly, massaging her wrists and observed the people in front of her.
Two boys, one blonde and one dark brunette stood tall to her right, swords at their sides and sopping wet. The blonde one must have saved her. A brunette girl about her age stood next to them, a bow in her hand and red feathered arrows on her back. Finally, to her right stood the smaller brunette girl who had cut her bonds, holding a shining dagger. They all stared curiously at her and the dwarf
âDrop him?!â The dwarf suddenly spat, throwing his bonds to the ground âthatâs the best you could come up with?â
The girl with the bow scoffed
âA simple âthank youâ would sufficeâ she responded
âThey would have drowned us just fine without your helpâ
âMaybe we should have let themâ the blonde said, his brow furrowed. Y/n couldnât shake from her mind that she had seen these people before somewhere..
âWhy were they trying to kill you anyway?â The youngest girl asked
âTheyâre Telmerains. Thatâs what they do.â The dwarf hissed. Y/n frowned but did not object. He was right after all.
âAnd why would they kill one of their own?â The dark haired boy asked suspiciously, looking her armor up and down. Y/n noticed that they were all gripping their weapons a little tighter than before.
âI donât think they would call me one of their own anymore.â She said coldly, then nodded to the dwarf at her side âIâm with him, not the Telmerains.â
âI donât really get it eitherâ said the dwarf âbut sheâs definitely not with them nowâ
âSince when are there Telmerains in Narnia?â The dark haired boy continued
âWhere have you been the last few hundred years..â
â..itâs a bit of a long storyâ the youngest girl giggled, and something caught y/nâs memory. She glanced at the sword at the blondes side, noticing the details on the hilt. A golden lions head, mouth wide in a roar.
Where had she seen that lion-âŚthatâs when it finally dawned on her.
Y/n had seen these people before. Only, in history books.
âThe..Kingâs and Queenâs of OldâŚâ she said doubtfully, squinting at them. The dwarf looked at her and then back at the four siblings
âOh youâve got to be kidding me...â he muttered âyouâre it? Youâre the Kings and Queens of Old?â
âItâs impossibleâ Y/n breathed, trying hard to wrap her head around this.
The blonde stepped forward and put his hand out
âHigh King Peter. The Magnificentâ y/n raised her eyebrows
âProbably could have left off the last bitâ the brunette, who y/n supposed was Queen Susan said
âProbablyâ y/n smiled. Peter clenched his jaw and pulled his sword from its sheath
âYouâd be surprisedâ
She let out a short laugh
âI wouldnât do that if I were youâ she responded, crossing her arms.
âNot meâ he gestured to his brother âhimâ and turned the sword hilt towards her. She eyed him suspiciously, still doubtful, but took the sword anyway turning to face the younger boy. His sword was definitely different from what she was used to; heavier and longer than her own. But she was determined to show these people that she wasnât a joke. Edmundâs eyes gleamed with confidence and grip on his sword almost seemed lazy. Y/n clenched her jaw and swung her sword fast towards his legs. He seemed surprised for a moment, but blocked it and countered easily. She spun away from his attack and once again swiped at his feet. He jumped over the blade, and jabbed at her side, just brushing her hip Their swords clanged again and again, both fighters expertly blocking every attack. The disturbed sand beneath their feet flying in the air to create a cloud around them. Y/n was growing tired, not used to her weapon. But her determination and stubbornness refused to let her give in. She attacked violently, a new surge of adrenaline pushing her forward. Edmund didnât seem to expect it and stumbled for a second
âEdmund!â Lucy yelled, moving forward, but Peter held her in place. Edmund regained his balanced quickly, and their swords locked. Y/n tried to use one of her feet to wrap around Edmunds ankle and make him trip, a trick she had used countless times before to win fights. This time however, another factor was in play. The weight of Peters sword in her hand caused her to lose balance instead, and Edmund seized the opportunity. He used his sword to push against her, causing her to fall and then twisted his blade to force hers out of her hand. She dropped it, and looked up at him in shock, breathing heavy.
Maybe these really were the Kings and Queens after allâŚ
Edmund reached out his hand, and she took it reluctantly, allowing him to pull her to her feet.
âYouâre very goodâ he smiled reassuringly, but her cheeks still burned in shame.
âIt was that damn swordâ she muttered
âBeards and Bedsteadsâ the dwarf exclaimed to her right âmaybe that horn worked after allâŚâ
âWhat horn?â Susan asked