Warning: ((language and some sexual content, incest,))
Author's Notes: This is my very first Peter/Susan multi-chapter fanfiction! Reviews are love and will mostly likely encourage the pace of this fanfiction. Please remember this fanfiction will have graphic language, graphic sexual acts, and is not for children. If you do not like Peter/Susan or incest offends you, please do not read this. Any and all flames will be deleted and ignored! I hope you enjoy, remember to comment and let me know what you think! Thanks to those who have encouraged me to write this multi-chapter fanfiction, I hope you all enjoy!
He should have known better.
Magnificent…..not a chance in hell.
He should have known better.
He should have protected her…from herself and everyone else.
They searched the castle, they searched the stables, they search the outskirt towns and the caves to the south….they search everywhere. And High King Peter, the fucking Magnificent himself searched everywhere twice.
"Sire, we've no luck. The Queen is gon-"
"SILENCE!" It was the first time he'd ever screamed at a subject. It wouldn't be the last. But he couldn't hear that word, he couldn't hear the truth. He couldn't handle it.
Lucy stepped forward, apologized to the massager for her bother and lead him to the door.
She turned back to him after the door had closed. "Peter! Don't take it out on us, it's not our fault!"
Peter swiftly turned to face her, feeling as if she had just thrown a knife directly at his heart. "And it is MINE?"
Lucy swallowed, "You're the one that told her to reconsider his proposal."
Her words felt like a lash splitting his skin, and for the first time since the moment his little sister was born, Peter was sick of her presence.
"Get out," the words came out in a harsh whisper.
When the door slammed and his sister's footsteps faded, Peter was left alone with his thoughts. And each one of them condemned him, hated him….and told him just how badly he had failed his sister.
Peter felt warm tears stream down his face, every part of his body twitched with rage.
He heard her words in his head, "Peter, I'm in love with you, I always have been." And nothing could stop his fists from curling and slamming into the wall.
Rumble crumbled from the wall, and Peter, high fucking king, punched again. Tears fell from his eyes, and blood from his knuckles
He had failed.
He had lost her. He had let her go…
She was gone.
Taken by someone who wanted her, someone who wasn't him.
Another smashed fist into the wall and Peter felt a knuckle crack.
She was taken from him….he was a failure.