Chapter 1: Kidnapping
Peter made his way to her bedroom and tried to open the door. It's locked. Peter chuckled to himself. A locked door isn't going to stop him. He's been planning this for weeks with Edmund and they had a back-up plan for every step.
He put his hand in his pocket and looked for the hairpins he took from his sister's bedroom earlier. Within a few seconds, the lock clicked and the door was open.
Peter could only make out the silhouette of he body. There was a trail of clothing from starting from the door to the bed. Poor girl. Peter chuckled to himself. She's too tired to even change; which makes this even more fun.
The High King looked at his watch. 4 o'clock exactly. He only has half an hour to get to Edmund. Peter made his way to the girl. As soon as he was close enough, he could see that she just passed out.
"Hey, Anya. Wake up!" Peter shook the girl gently. She was only wearing her panties and a tank top. "Get up!"
Anya opened her eyes slowly and saw piecing blue eyes. "What do you want?" She questioned closing her eyes again.
"Well, to be blunt, I'm kidnapping you" Peter stared at her with a smile on his face. Now that his eyes have adjusted to the darkness, he could see her more clearly. Her long black curls and fair skin makes her look like a subject of a Romantic painting.
Anya rubbed the drowsiness from her eyes and asked, "Have you seriously lost it?"
"Maybe," Peter shrugged and made his way out the door. "I'll be outside. Be ready in ten minutes"
Anya groaned but obeyed. This is what it's like to be living with the High King of Narnia.
A few minutes later, Anya was outside and Peter was leading her out of the castle.
"So, where exactly are you taking me?" Anya asked as they were getting on their horses.
"Just follow me," Peter gave her a mischievous smile. "If you can keep up."
"I'm sure I'll do fine," said Anya, returning the same mischievous smile. "I'm supposed to protect you, remember?"
Peter just smiled and shook his head. He rode his horse and Anya followed. She may look like a delicate flower with her thin figure but on the inside, she is a fierce warrior. They rode towards the forest with Peter leading the way. Anya wasn't exactly sure where they were going. After a few minutes of riding, Peter slowed down and so did Anya.
Peter led them to a meadow where Edmund prepared a picnic for three.
"You woke me up at 4 in the morning, just to have a picnic!" Anya started. "A picnic!"
"Okay, don't be mad," Peter started. This was not going the way him and Edmund thought it would.
"Why would I be mad?" Anya said, sarcastically. "I enjoy waking up in the middle of the night to have a picnic with the two most idiotic boys of Narnia."
"Oh, okay, that's a relief" Edmund said with a smile. "Now, come one. I didn't waste my time getting this ready just so we can stare at it."
Peter and Anya went to the picnic blanket where Edmund had already started pouring the juice. Now that the basket has been opened, Anya could see what Edmund had prepared. He probably asked Mrs. Beaver to make it for him. Anya made a mental note to ask her later.
