None of them truly enjoyed living in England again. Susan, for all that she put on, could not hide her feelings when someone caught her staring at herself in the mirror when she was wearing a ribbon in her hair; she fingered the ribbon like it was a circlet for royalty. A queen's circlet. Lucy was eternally cheerful, but had to remind herself when someone she loved was sick that she had no cordial to save the day. And Edmund had lost most of his surliness, but some of it remained in a different form than before. Bitterness.

For Peter, it was like a slap in the face, or more like a punch in the face. He hated his new life, and couldn't bring himself to admit that this was his old life too. He hated how he was sixteen and that he had to grow again. He hated how no one knew that he once was a king.

Then he was in Narnia again. And this time, he wasn't in charge, he wasn't the king. He was part of a legend, someone who some of the Narnians were half-afraid to touch because they were scared he was a ghost. Peter wasn't their king anymore. And it was killing him.

Peter couldn't stand the fact that as soon as Caspian was on the throne, he was to go home. His real home. Where he was still a child; where he had no respect.

Peter couldn't see that he did have respect. Edmund listened to him (to an extent). He got into fights because the other boys were secretly afraid of him. They all would provoke him so they could go to their friends and brag that they had fought him.

Peter thought he was no longer a king after Caspian was crowned. He was no longer High King Peter the Magnificent, but he was still a king.

Peter Pevensie was always a king.


So... yeah. I'm sorry you all had to wait so long for this. I don't know why; maybe it's because I got the inspiration for it after watching Prince Caspian on DVD. I had it written around Christmas and it could have been an early/late present, but I didn't post it. I don't know why about this part either.
I like this one more than the other two. It's still just as short; I guess you could call them all drabbles.

Next up- Susan. Review! You know you want to.