What a King Would Do
By To Tuckborough I Go
Disclaimer: Narnia and the associated characters/places do not belong to me.
Rating: K
Summary: Peter considers just what a king would do.
"A king,' Peter thought, 'the High King.' He closed his eyes and bobbed his head to silent music, grinning. But when he felt the slight weight of the Narnian crown upon his head, he stopped.
'No. No, no, no,' he thought. 'That's not what a king would do. What would a king do?' He immediately decided to "check on his loyal subjects."
He entered the first room he saw. Upon his entering, the dryad and the badger (who were currently chattering about something obviously not related to their sewing) hurriedly curtseyed.
Peter held his head higher, giving a somewhat arrogant appearance, and put his hands behind his back. He glanced at the discarded sewing with eyebrows raised.
The badger hurried over to it and quickly started sewing again. It was at this time that Peter saw a flash of gold on the wall. He glanced up, coming face to face with a Lion. It looked at him with stern eyes, and Peter immediately felt foolish.
He turned back to the other two who had started working feverishly.
"Please," he said with a smile, "continue your conversation." The two looked at him, astonished. His smile remained as he walked out the door, his head bobbing to silent music.
Author's Note: It occurred to me that I didn't have any Peter-centric drabbles, so I thought this one up at around 2:30 AM. And that, dear friends, is my excuse for it being… not that good. At all. However, if you do like it, please review.
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