#peridans

        𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.    that is all this much-spoken-of fiancee is, tatiana decides after her sixth glass of champagne.    for all she has heard in whispers and echoes across the society circuit that lord dartmoor was seeking a wife, she’d expected someone...   more impressive.    perhaps she gave peridan’s taste too much credit.    this fiancee is dull-eyed and plain-faced, her hair done in the most gaudy manner...    she does nothing to disguise that she is english, does she?

         neither does he, for that matter.    the perfect english gentleman    ---   meeting her eyes across the room and betraying nothing, offering only a polite bow of his head.    well, tatiana is not english, and she is not french   ;;   she is russian.    or has he forgotten?   well, she will not let him forget.

           ‘ lord peridan.   you do grace us with your presence. ’     these heels are too damned high.   she manages not to sway on them, graceful no matter the occasion, but the heady flush to her face and the slur in her words gives her away.       ‘ and you have brought a companion!   when you have always made such a point of attending these society affairs  a l o n e  in the past.     how... ’     she regards the lady on his arm with an arch, too-friendly smile.       ‘ quaint. ’

IT WAS THEIR first public appearance since their wedding day . As a young couple , who were madly in love , were expected to have a few days to make their marriage . . . official . As much as Rhaella adored being with her lover in bed all day , she preferred to be out and display her unconditional love for her husband !

THE NEWLYWEDS HAD found themselves in the center on the room , their bodies pressed together , fingers linking together . Her small fingers finding his hand naturally , as if his were made for hers to hold . Despite his taller figure , the princess had her hand resting delicately at the back of his neck , fingers threatening to run through his dark locks . She was content with her husband . She felt safe , most importantly . The world outside of them was becoming a blur , she was focusing on Peridan’s movements , swayings along with the music .

❛ AVY JORRĀELAN , PERIDAN . . . ❜ The princess whispered softly , only for him to hear . A smile painted her lips as she gazed up at her husband lovingly , ❛ do you know what that means ? ❜

        all those who had sought her trust before him had seen nothing but her claim and how it benefited them. sometimes she looked at peridan and the fear that secretly that was all he saw gripped her throat. then came the GUILT, such terrible guilt, but not even that could silence the small voice in the back of her head, telling her that the knife would soon plunge into her back. it a l w a y s had before. sansa had lived through so many betrayals yet the thought of another one... a soft sigh fell from her lips. she could feel his eyes upon her, questioning and perhaps even worried; she had been WITHDRAWN all day. now she walked beside him but the distance felt greater. only she didn’t want that.          ❝  who could ever leave me, darling         but who could stay? ❞

The Age of Winter came to an end many years ago followed by the Golden Age. This was a new morning, a new chapter in the Chronicles of Narnia. The Four Monarchs ruled their country well during these times, preserving the nature of this land and making the Narnians almost forget about days before, although those scars of old pain in the heart of many couldn’t be fully healed.

Lord Peridan was one of these people who still carried the burden of the past, although he had returned to his homeland and got his titles restored. The loss of a family is one of the hardest things in life, besides it’s very difficult to bear the heavy burden, some succeed to do it alone but others might need help.

Aslan wish was to help Peridan to pull the thorns from his heart, He wanted to be a part of his life despite the fact the lion felt as if He was excluded from his life. Yes, Aslan knew he blamed Him for his loss in some way.

The forest was relatively cold and dark this morning despite the eastern sun was shining, the sunbeams demanding a way for themselves through the tree’s foliage while the wet leaves scattered across the light like so many stars. When the lion heard the approaching hoofbeats, he revealed himself and as he did, it seemed like it became lighter around him as though the brightness came from the Lion itself.

Aslan placed his calm eyes upon Peridan waiting for the moment when the man recognized who was standing in front of him, then opened his mouth to speak,

“I know you are weary and burdened, my Child,” came the soft, golden voice. “Come to Me and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and you will find rest for your soul. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”

         ‘ but why would you want to be clothed in such bleak colors when it’s christmastime? ’ 

         the third grand duchess’s voice is warm, not in the least accusatory   ;;    maria is too kind for that.   when their strange guest first stumbled out of the woods, the girls could not help gawking, but only because he was dressed like no one they’d ever seen before.   that doesn’t make it polite to stare, or too question too curiously about where he’s come from.    instead, it seems only proper to lend him a bit of seasonal cheer.    a black coat is underwhelming, and brown socks   ( of  a l l  things!  not a goofy reindeer or smiling santa in sight! )   look utterly ridiculous, but all of that can be livened up. 

          ‘ it’s always christmastime, silly goose, ’       tatiana chides, in her soft, even voice.   she looks up from the garland of holly she’s weaving long enough to offer their guest a shy smile.    maria laughs, stringing some brightly-colored beads around his neck before he can protest    ;;   but tatiana leans forward, holding the crown out with a gently questioning look.          ‘ may i, sir? ’