Anna
My eyes slowly opened. I saw Peter sitting next to me, his head in his hands, his breathing ragged. I moved a hand to his arm. His head shot up, and he smiled brightly. He grabbed my hand, and kissed it over and over. "You're okay, you really are." I smiled.
"Yeah, I'm tough." I replied. I sat up and stretched. Peter gasped, and lunged forward. "I'm fine. It's all closed up, good as new." Peter sat back, but he was still tense. I gazed at him, and moved forward, planting a kiss on his lips. He slowly kissed back. "Damn it, I'm not broken!" I insisted.
"I know, I'm just-" He sighed, I sat, waiting for an answer. "I couldn't protect you. I'd lost you. And I couldn't do anything about it." I sighed.
"No Peter, you called Edmund over, you saved me by sending me away." I replied. I got out of the bed, and sat on his lap. He looked surprised, but I stayed where I was. I wrapped my arms around him. "You saved me Peter. And I love you. Don't feel guilty over what happened."
He sighed, but said nothing. Only nodded. I kissed him again, and this time he kissed me back. We sat together for a while, in silence. I sighed, I wished I was able to read his mind. To tell what he was thinking. But he was he, and I was I. Nothing could change that, but I would never stop trying. After this, I realized something.
I never wanted to leave him. I wanted to stay here, and fight, and love, and rule with him.
I wanted this boy to be my husband.
