#20- Cute
Peter leaned back, sand shifting beneath him as he settled into a comfortable position. He knew Susan and Edmund were somewhere nearby, but at the moment he couldn't be bothered to look for them.
At his side, Lucy dozed peacefully. She was tired- they all were - and tomorrow was the coronation, which Peter still had difficulty believing. But today was theirs.
A pair of Otters passed them by, whispering.
"The way King Peter watches over her; it's precious, my dear, just precious."
Peter, thinking how Lucy had always hated being called cute, flopped back into the sand and laughed.