Chapter 2

Pevensie Cove

face referances;

Peter Pevensie: William Moseley

Isabella Vasquez: Emma Roberts

Peter finished his lesson with Professor Harlenger for the day and went to his chamber to change his clothing to something a bit more comfortable. Although his royal siblings were still in their lessons, and most likely had other things to do. Peter decided he would take a stroll out to their own magical place within Narnia. The place they, the kings and queens of narnia had discovered together merely a week after their coronation. Pevensie Cove.

Peter slipped on his brown, leather knee high boots over his brown tights. He pulled a matching, light brown tunic over his head and strapped the belt around his waist which held Rhindon. He'd had such a tiring day of lessons. For nearly six hours Professor Harlenger taught him about the history of the land which Peter was High king of, and for six hours, (though Peter still found it vastly interesting) he longed to be outside.

"Will your highness PLEASE pay attention to today's lesson." Complained his professor earlier that day, as Peter seemed transfixed on the class room window. Peter had merely glanced at his teacher and chuckled. "Dear Professor, you misunderstand my meaning. I was merely thinking more into the old magic you speak of." The professor had simply shook his head and went on. And so, after a full days learning he headed off to a place something of a sanctuary.

He nodded and smiled at the servants and guards that roamed the castle, gave a quick salute to the centaur guards at the doors, and headed down the beach. He walked at a leisurely pace, scanning the horizon for anything that should warn him to be suspicious, and turn back. Peter smiled as the blazing sun warmed him from his very insides out, and walked just out of the waves reach. Soon he came to the familiar path up the rocks, which would lead him to the cove he so eagerly longed to find.

It was nearly fifteen minutes before Peter made his way slowly to the cove, and he jumped the last few pevensie-made steps onto the glorious white sand of the cove's belonging. He grinned at the familiarity of it. It was always such a fantastic feeling to be here. He unsheathed Rhindon and started to swing it around aimlessly, fighting an invisible adversary. Peter's eyes roamed the beach for a moment before taking a double glance at something only a few feet from his location. He stopped sparing with his invisible foe, and re-sheathed his sword. It didn't look to be something all that dangerous, but he was still cautious as he walked over.

Peter stopped for a moment in slight shock. A foot from him, there was a dark haired girl laying in the sand, apparently unconscious. "By the lion!" He gasped, dashing over to her lifeless form at once. He dropped to his knees at her side, he and she were both in the waves grasp. This girl must have washed a shore.

He was just now beginning to actually take in his surroundings. He glanced out to sea and washing up on shore were several pieces of what must have been debris from a ship. The king frowned and shook his head. The sea could be such a terrifying place. She wore only a faded underdress, it looked like she had removed her actual dress due to the weight it must have been giving her in the water, of course he under things as well. Her feet were bare and a delicate silver bracelet, glinted on her wirst. Suddenly she stirred, startled by her sudden revival Peter stood up, not wanting her to think him acting inappropriately.

He looked at her with not pity, but awe. What was such a beautiful girl doing washed up on his beach? He silently thanked Aslan she was in fact alive, as her hand flew to her throat. Peter wanted to rush forward and hug her, something Lucy always did when one of the others were in pain. It always soothed Peter. But this of course, was different, so he took a step closer as she spoke one word. "water." His eyes grew wide. Of course! She must have been floating in the sea for ages. The look she gave him completely hit him off guard. It was the most soft and pleading look he had ever seen, even more so than he'd ever see on Lucy. That was the selling point, if he was going to help her before this.. THIS was an even bigger reason to do so.

Peter spoke at last, having shaken himself from his thoughts. "Of Course!" He said, kneeling down almost obediently at her side and putting his arm gently, for she must have been in great amounts of pain, around her waist. "Come along, I'll take you up to the castle.lain " he said gently, making sure to wait for her approval before dragging her off to a place she didn't know.

Sluggishly she nodded. It seemed she wanted to say something, however after opening her mouth, she thought twice and closed it again, deciding it seemed on a gentle smile or acceptance, and so, Peter attempted to help her up, and along her way. She put her arm around his neck, and tried to help herself up. It was obvious to him at once that she had lost a great deal of her strength, as she seemed to be having trouble walking, even with most of her weight on Peter's arm.

The beautiful girl frowned and swallowed before managing to rasp "How far?" she let out, her eyes concerned for most likely her own well being.. "Not far at all." Peter told her gentley as he helped her wobble forward a few steps.

"Name?" she croaked at a level barely about a whisper.

Oh of course, why hadn't her thought to introduce himself yet? "Peter." he told her softly. "Peter Pevensie" The girl swallowed hard again, an spoke up again. "Isabella Caterina Vasquez." she groaned "No. Just.. Bella." She added.

Soon she could clearly go no farther on her own, and slumped to the ground, taking Peter unexpectedly down with her. He did not fall or falter, merely bent a little lower when she said 'Sorry. I can no longer walk…' Peter smiled at her as she threw her arms around him, "It's alright. It's OK, You'll be alright, I promise." He said, spacing out his sentences, and scooping her easily up in his arms. The girl nodded. "We're almost there." He said in a hushed whisper as he held her close to him comfortably enough to walk. Sure enough this was faster than walking with her at his side in this state. He moved swiftly down the rest of the hill until they finally reached the sand at the bottom.

Peter raised an eyebrow in thought about her name, He felt sure he'd heard the name before, but as of now, was unable to place it. He would, of course have many things to discuss with his royal siblings very soon. "Bella." He whispered thought fully, committing the name of this damsel in distress to the very forefront of his mind. He walked swiftly and held Isabella close, he felt her tense up, almost as if she was afraid he'd drop her. Perhaps a subconscious threat loomed in her mind? How was Peter to reassure her? Firstly, he decided, he'd get her to the castle, give her a drink of that glorious tea that he himself drank when parched or ailing, then hand her over to perhaps one of Susan or Lucy's ladies in waiting to get her cleaned up, and into something more appropriate to sleep in. Peter glanced down at Bella again and smiled softly as he trudged on. Only nodding to the thanks he had received.

He trudged on diligently across the sand, getting glances from mermaids as he did so. He moved swiftly up toward the castle. Finally Peter and Isabella entered the palace he'd called home for years now. The grand white marble walls and floors covered with magnificent rugs and tapestries, each depicting beautiful scenes of dancing and other Narnia beauty. They were of course noticed immediately. Their High King having obviously just knelt in wet sand, and carrying a pretty girl in only her under dress. Peter payed little attention to the cheetahs that lay sprawled in the sun that came in through a massive window, or to the sound of flutes and dancing fawns and dryads in the courtyard. They servants looked questioningly at their king but Peter kept on walking, giving them a look that told them they would know soon enough. One of the young women even gave a snicker, to which Peter threw a rather disappointed glance before striding by. He looked down at Isabella when he felt her eyes on him, His blue eyes soothing and calm, he gave her another smile and looked up, noticing one of his sisters ladies in waiting.

"Ashlynn!" Peter called. The girl turn obediently to her name, her face was quizzical as she looked at the girl in Peter's arms. "Could you fetch me a cup of tea and a pitcher of water please." He told her, the girl nodded and he entered the spare sleeping chamber which the maid had just left. Lavishly decorated like the rest of the castle with a massive four poster bed with deep maroon hangings, and a crimson coverings for the bed itself. Slowly, and with great care he let Isabella down near the head of the bed so she could sit up, and sat beside her. "Any second now Bella." He said soothingly as low and behold, Ashlynn entered the room with a silver tray. Soon, a cup of fresh tea, a pitcher of cold water and a crystal glass was set in front of Isabella. Peter held the tray steady as she gingerly took a few sips of water, and then some of the tea. He sat one hand on the silver tray and the other resting on his lap as he watched Isabella drink. His many kingly etiquette lesson had done wonders for his posture, so he sat tall even though he rested on a bed. He smiled at her his warm blue eyes lighting up as she seemed to become a little less pained as she spoke. "First of all, thank you. I am sorry that I've been such a burden…really, I don't know what happened. You are far too kind, my lord."

A Lord? Peter gave a small chuckle. Should he tell here exactly who he was now? Would it shock her to know he was the King? Her accent was one he'd never heard in Narnia, perhaps he had heard it once when he was a child back in that other world? The memories of his past were quickly fading away and trivial things like an accent he might have heard, meant nothing to the high king. "You're so very welcome." Peter said nodding and waving the second comment about being a burden off, "Bella really, It was my pleasure to help, of course. I couldn't very well just let you lay there cold and alone now, could I?" He asked raising an eyebrow at her in question. He really hoped that she would not think him to rude. She smiled and shook her head, taking another sip of the tea. She was amazed at the sound of her own voice. It was no longer raspy and dry, but instead, it sounded much more like a human voice. She sighed, almost tiredly, however, her eyes were still bright.

She looked down at herself, asking in her state and blushed slightly. "I also apologize for my appearance." He chuckled again and gave another warm smile. "Little things." He said simply "Don't worry we'll have you cleaned up in no time at all."

She glanced at him and said quietly, "If you don't mind me asking…where exactly am I?"
Peter was slightly taken aback but her lack of knowledge of her location. Though it wasn't everyday one got tossed into the sea and washed up on a strange beach. "You're at the castle Cair Paravel, in the great land of Narnia." He said a warm glow washing over his face as he spoke of the home Aslan had given him and his siblings.

"But may I inquire to you. Miss Bella. How you came to be washed upon our beach?" he asked tilting his head, eager to hear more of this beautiful girls story.

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