"Hey, Dollie," Peter greeted in a quiet voice when he found me. "Lucy told me. "I… I'm so sorry about your uncle. I wish there was something I could do."
I didn't respond, simply pulling myself into a tighter ball.
"You're crying," he said, rubbing my back. "Let me help you if I can."
"W-why didn't y-you help m-me w-with the w-white lady," I asked.
"She wouldn't have kept to her word. She made promises to Edmund, then imprisoned him and tried to kill him," Peter explained.
That was reassuring, but I still had another question.
"Y-y-y-ou k-kk-k-killed m-my father," I said angrily, pushing him away.
"You're father is Miraz, isn't he?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Dollie, I didn't kill him. But I might eventually have to because he's hurting and killing so many. I'm sorry," he said.
I simply glared at him.
"Dollie, you know how you told Lucy that Caspian doesn't want to admit that his father is anything but perfect? It's hard to accept I know, but it's true," he said.
"I-I know m-m-my f-father isn't p-perfect," I retorted. "b-b-but he's n-not that bad."
"He tried to kill Caspian just because he had a son who could be his heir," Peter pointed out.
"B-b-but he had m-me b-before. I-I don't w-w-want him t-to k-kill an-nyone f-for m-me, but d-dif h-he n-not l-love m-me as m-much?" I said.
"It doesn't matter. You have Adela who loves you loads and the four of us love you," Peter said.
He was so perfect for me. He might not understand me, but he knew what to say anyways. I leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. He put his arms on my waist and pulled me in for a much longer, lovely kiss.