Peter Pevensie. High King of Narnia with his three siblings. It was Winter in Narnia because of the evil Witch Jadis. Peter fought with the Aslan's followers against her on the battlefield. You were hide in a shelter as you listened to the war noises. Panful screams and shouting is all you can hear. You and Peter had a thing together but you didn't know what it was. You both flirted and you seemed to like each other but neither of you talked about their relationship. But it doesn't matter now, you only hope he wins. After what felt like ages, it got silent. You crawled out of your Spot to look at the battlefield. Your heart bumping then you saw Peter next to the dead witch. He won.

His eyes immediately fell on you. In his eyes worry about you. He immediately ran to you.

He arrived at you, worry still in his eyes. He immediately wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his chest. "Thank Aslan you are alright..." Peter whispered.