This Night

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Chapter One - Memories

Katherine stood by the fountain in the courtyard. Peter could see her pacing back and forth, sometimes muttering to herself. Her dark green dress stood out from among all the white marble, the moonlight shining off her hair. He stood looking from his bedroom windows. Another figure suddenly joined hers. Peter recognized the person as Biran, a Prince from the south. He was here for the annual Narnian tournament. Peter scowled at the sight of him. It was no small fact since Biran had arrived that he wished to marry Kate. Peter hated to see him look at her, to touch her. He made sure that at all the banquets Kate sat far away from Biran and closer to him.

Biran was a good looking fellow, and though he might be so, he had nothing else going for him. Peter had seen girls swoon left and right for him, but Kate, he saw, treated Biran no different than she treated all the other Princes that came to Cair Paravel. But, Peter thought, no one had asked her to marry them yet. He wasn't sure how she would handle that. Kate was the same age as Susan. She had come to Narnia long before Peter and his siblings had. She had been very skilled with the sword, and even Susan admitted that Kate was better with the bow and arrow then herself. She had been in the forest when she was thirteen and the white witch had turned her into stone. Aslan and Peter's sisters had found her in Jadis' castle, before the big battle.

Seven years later, and she was still at Cair Paravel. Peter and her were best friends. She was the most beautiful creature Peter had ever seen. She was smart, stong and a fast thinker. She had become a sister to all the Pensieve children.

Peter now stood and watched at a man was about to ask her to marry him. Peter's heart suddenly started to beat slower as he realized that if she said yes, she would go away. He could not even think about life without her. It hurt to do so. Memories flooded into his mind.

Her riding horses with him, her brown hair sprinkled with blue flowers, her dress waving at him. Her laugh. The laugh that brought a delight to him. Her eyes. They always were sparkling as if they had a joyous secret in them.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the window.

He remembered the day he fell from a small cliff. She had given a small scream of terror, and rushed down to where he laid. She had leaned over him, taking his hand in hers squeezing it softly. Her other hand had gone to his face cupping it, brushing her fingers back and forth. She had looked into his eyes with fear and concern. Peter, still unable to move had just lain there as she spoke to him.

Peter remembered that, that was the first time he had felt something more than just a brotherly love for her, though he didn't know it at the time. His mind wandered again, a small smile playing on his lips.

They had been walking together. They had walked for hours, talking and having fun. She had said that she was tired and they had stopped under a large apple tree to rest. She had closed her eyes. He had sat there looking at her, taking in her figure, taking in everything about her. They decided that it was probably time to head back to Cair Paravel. When they were about 5 miles away or so, she had taken a faulty step and had twisted her ankle. She had continued on walking, pain in every other step. He had asked her if she wanted him to carry her, but she had refused with a beautiful smile saying it wasn't that bad. But after a short while, she had taken to giving a small squeak of pain in every step. Without another word he had picked her up into his arms and carried her. She hadn't complained. She had looked up into his face and then she had kissed his cheek, something she had never done before.

Three years later, his love for her had grown, though no one ever knew. She had kissed his cheeks a few more times, but nothing more. He remembered a year after that day, he had been fighting the giants in the northern land. He had been injured. Something had hit his head and he had lost his vision, though the doctor told him that it would come back in two weeks time. His sisters and brother were away at a council in another land. But Kate was there for him. She kept by his side, even at night, in case he should need anything.

Peter, later, was glad he had sent away the lords and ladies of the courts as well as the servants of the castle, since there was no one but him and her staying there. He was glad that it was her taking care of him and not some servant. He remembered the itching bandage wrapped around his eyes, and her soft hands touching his. She went everywhere with him, helping him along. One night he had woken up with a start, she had been there, she had touched his face, comforting him. He had grabbed her hand and brought it back to his cheek, when she had taken it down. His lips had brushed up against it. Then he had taken his hand and he reached out, towards her voice. He felt her hand grab the back of his, guiding it. He felt something cool push up against his palm. His heart jumped as he realized it was her lips. He moved his hand along her jaw line, and around her face. He in that moment, etched everything about her face into his mind, never to forget how it felt.

Peter woke from his thoughts with a jump. The courtyard was still bathed in moonlight, but it was empty of human forms. Peter looked franticly around his room, trying to collect his thoughts. His heart beat within his chest. He could not lose her. He left his room. He heard footsteps going into the girls corridor of the castle. A door closed. Peter hurried up.

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