He was tired of all the councilmen always barraging him with pretty girls and father's promises. He didn't want to be married- he was quite happy with Susan and Lucy being the only leading ladies in his life. He closed the door to his room, sinking with relief against the door. The councilmen were gone; and the other three Pevensie's had gone on some sort of outing- more than likely to the beach. At first he was green with envy that they had gotten to go; but now all he wanted was to be alone. They had run him ragged today about some princess from across the sea; he couldn't hold them off much longer if they kept being so persistant.

"Your highness seems to have lost his awareness," a feminine voice said. Peter nearly leapt out of his skin- he had been so sure he was alone. He looked at this woman distrustingly. She was beautiful, with dark curls and bright eyes. He swallowed a bit, angry at himself for thinking such things and furious with her for being in his room.
"No one is to be in my chambers without my permission," he said harshly, "Now get out." She stood up, giving him a skeptical look.
"Really, you don't even want to know why I'm here?" she asked, moving from the chair over to him. She stroked his cheek with the long nail of her pointer finger, making his feel uncomfortable. He squirmed away from her touch, making her grin.
"Why are you here, then?" he asked, the venom gone. She smirked, grabbing his arm firmly and leading him over to the bed. She pushed him down to sit, giving him a wink.
"I'm your new tutor," she said, "And I am here to teach you what men cannot." She came towards him, and he scrambled away, over the bed and into the wall.
"Stay away from me," he demanded, "What are you, the King's personal slave? I don't want-"
He couldn't finish his statement before having a resounding slap cut him off. The woman reached out, grabbing his chin hard and dragging him closer to her.
"Little King," she said, her voice deadly soft, "Your first lesson- no matter what her rank or title; no matter if she cleans your dishes or bears your children- you shall treat a woman at all times with the utmost respect." She pushed him down on the bed, her hands on her hips.
"I am Elandria, your Courtesan. I've been hired by the council to teach you the art of courting, romance, and sex. Don't look so scandalized," she said with a laugh at his expression, "A king has duties to his country; and some lessons are better taught in the flesh."
"I don't want to do that with you," he said, his voice almost a whine. She rolled her eyes, untying her dress easily and dropping it to her feet. Peter stared at her, a bit wide eyed. She was flawless, her skin porcelain white and smooth.
"Then who do you want to do "that" with?" she asked, "If you prefer men, my brother is a male courtesan and he's also skilled in his craft. I'm not here to judge your preferences or who you love. I'm here to teach you."
She was here to teach him about sex? And she had just offered her brother to teach him..he shook his head quickly. Then he was going to... Peter blanched, his face going white. She reached out, ruffling his hair gently.
"Oh, you are a sweet little thing, aren't you?" she said, "Well, if you like women, I'm here to teach you how to get them to like you back. How old are you?"
"I'm 17," he said quietly, still a bit skittish.
"Ah, so young," she said, stroking his cheek, "You have beautiful skin, your highness." She pinched his skin gently, looking him over.
"Will you teach me how to make a girl love me?" he asked. He looked at her hopeful, as if she held the secret answers to every question he'd ever asked.

"My lord, I will teach you how to have every woman eating out of your palm."