*WARNING*- This story contains the spanking of a teenage male. Don't like, don't read. You have been warned and I will not apologize for my work or its content.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Pevensie children, Narnia, or anything else affiliated with them, just the plot!


Peter leaned back in his seat with a contented sigh. He was about to burst, he had eaten so much food.

The feast had been perfect. The gorgeous night sky scattered with layers upon layers of stars, the dearest and best of company, friends new and old, songs and stories, toasts and tricks, flickering torchlights…truly perfect. Peter lived for nights like these. How he had longed for them after weeks and weeks of nothing but castle walls. Cair Paravel was breathtaking, there was no denying it, but nothing beat the forest, its wild and wonderful inhabitants, the smell of the grass and the sap off the trees, and the wide-open sky.

Suddenly, Peter was jolted out of his thoughts when he heard alarmed shouts from all around him. Instinctively, he jumped to his feet, drawing his sword. "Look to the sky!" One of his men shouted from the other end of the table. Peter looked up to see two large griffins circling above the treetops, descending on them slowly.

"Peace, peace, friends! These are our scouts, peace! Lower your weapon and let them land," Peter calmed the gathering. The group began to settle at their king's command and Peter strode forward to meet the creatures as they came to a halt beyond the table. "Dorr, Baed. Good evening."

"Your Majesty," Dorr spoke as Baed dropped the parchment into Peter's outstretched hand. "A message from your sister, the elder queen."

"Light!" Peter called. Torches were at his side at once. He scanned Susan's message. "Sir Byron!" The man came running.

"Yes, sir?"

"Have you sent word to my sisters about the whereabouts of my brother, King Edmund? Are they aware he is in my company and returning home in the morning? I've just received this inquiry from Susan."

"No, sir, my deepest apologies," the man's eyes widened and he took a step back. "I…it had slipped my mind in all the merriment…Your Majesty, I beg your forgiveness."

"No, friend, think nothing more of it," Peter placed a calming hand on his shoulder. "It is no matter. Return to the table, enjoy yourself. We have traveled far today." When the man hesitantly bowed to Peter, he spoke once more, warmly. "Do not think on it, sir. Indeed, it would be a waste for you to go to such trouble now that two of my own scouts are here at my service. Please, please return to your gaiety."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The man grasped Peter's outstretched hand and leaned down to kiss it. "Thank you, Your Majesty." When he turned to leave, Peter looked up at the great creatures towering before him. "How long have you searched for us?"

"Hours, sir," Baed replied hastily. "It is nearly impossible to see through the trees at their tightness in this area. If it were not for your lights against the darkness of the forest, I fear we may not have located you at all. Apologies for the delay, sir."

"No, no need," Peter shook his head. "What can I get you? Sustenance? Water?"

"Nothing, sir," they spoke as one.

"Right, then please return to the Cair at once and inform my sisters that King Edmund is in my company and…" Peter trailed off, straining his neck to see behind the creatures. "And…" He squinted. "Edmund?" He called. "Wait here, if you please." He took a torch from one of the men and strode forward until he was among the horses. "Edmund?" He called again. There was no Edmund. Peter turned on his heel and jogged back to the table, his heart beginning to pound violently in his chest. "Edmund?!" He skimmed the table. "Was my brother here?"

"No, sir, not since we arrived," a squirrel chirped from a branch above his head.

"No one has seen Edmund since we began to eat?" The men murmured among themselves, a few shaking their heads. "No one?! Answer me!"

"No, sir," many voices rose. Peter's eyes widened as he reached up and grabbed his hair in alarm and disbelief.

"ED-MUND!" He roared, and all voices silenced at their king's cry. "Did I not ask you all to keep him in your sights?!" he bellowed. Peter's head whipped this way and that as he frantically attempted to locate his little brother. He called for his brother a couple more times, then stood still, quiet, for a long moment, thinking. At last, he drew in a long breath before shakily addressing the party. "Four men, to me." A dozen men rose up at once and five or six hastened to his side, then scrambled to adjust their numbers. "We must away to locate my brother. Continue as you were, friends," Peter fought to keep his voice steady and firm. "If we do not return by morning, send a search party and alert my sisters. Come," he commanded his men. "Baed, Dorr," he called to the griffins. "To the Cair! Alert my sisters to our current predicament and then return to this location at once to await further news." The griffins took to the sky as the men ran to mount horses, torches in hand, and took off into the night.


Edmund tossed and turned on the hard forest floor, finding it impossible to sleep. He wished more than anything to be home in his bed. Why, oh, why had he thought that it would be possible to find his way out of the forest in the dark? Peter's gonna kill me, he thought with dread, if something else doesn't kill me first—

Hoo HOO!

An owl hooted in the blackness and Edmund jumped and let out a cry, knocking his head against whatever wall he was lying next to. He whimpered and tried to sink further back against the wall, drawing his knees tightly into his chest. He found himself longing for Susan's motherly presence and bit his lip in spite of himself, urgently trying to hold back tears. Was the animal making noise because it was trying to alert other creatures around it to the presence of something sinister lurking in the shadows beyond his view? Was it looking at him now, preparing to pounce? His breath came in shallow gasps as he began to tremble. He hoped whatever it was that was about to tear him limb from limb would do so quickly and relatively painlessly…or maybe it would tear his head off first so as not to prolong his suffering, the way he used to do with jelly babies back in England…his teeth chattered as he tucked his head into his chest, squeezing his eyes shut…what was that?

He sat up. He could have sworn he heard someone call his name…yes…yes there it was again!

"Eeeedmuuuund!"

"Peter?" He called precariously.

"Eeeedmuuuund!" He grew dizzy with relief as he heard his older brother calling to him somewhere above and beyond where he sat.

"Peter, I'm here!" He screamed with all his might. "I'm here, I'm here!"

Suddenly, lights flashed behind him, and he realized that they were the lights from inside a house turning on. He must have been sitting against the wall of a house. He heard a loud bang! and then a loud scuffle and suddenly a light was shining in his face and he felt hot breath on his cheeks. He was snatched up by his collar and squinted into two large, yellow eyes.

"'Who are YOUS?" The creature growled. It shook him menacingly and his head snapped backward sharply.

"I, I'm," Edmund stammered, gasping for air, "I'm, I'm, I'm Edmund!" He shrieked. "I'm King Edmund!"

"GO AWAY!" And he was thrust and suddenly he was flying through the air. Then his head smacked against something very hard, and all was black and still.


Excruciating pain in the center of his forehead woke Edmund with a shock. He let out a groan and at once felt hands on his head and his chest. "Ed, Edmund, are you alright?" His eyes fluttered open.

"...Peter?"

"Yes, I'm here," his brother spoke softly. "How are you feeling? What hurts the most?" Edmund opened his mouth to respond when another wave of pain caused him to shriek instead.

"Ed?!"

"My head," he managed through gritted teeth. He realized he had a rather large and bulky bandage wrapped around his head and that he could only see out of one eye; the other was covered by gauze, or something like it.

"Can you move your neck?" After a bit of effort and a moment to orient himself, Edmund was able to turn his head to the right and to the left. Peter breathed a sigh of immense relief. "Raise your left arm for me. Yes, yes, good. Right? Good, Ed. I'm going to help you sit up, alright?"

"Nooooo," Edmund whined.

"You've got to try, mate. I'm going to help you, alright?" He felt Peter's arm snake underneath his neck. "Count of three. One…two…three." And Edmund clenched his teeth in pain as Peter gingerly and firmly lifted him to a sitting position. He heard someone else enter the tent. A faun. It only made sense; fauns were excellent healers.

"Ah, ye've got him sittin' up! Good!" The faun exclaimed, much too cheerfully. "Ye've had a bit of a nasty run-in with a tree trunk, m'lord, but nothin' a bit of salve and a bit of the Valiant's magic red somethin'-or-other shouldn't be able to patch right up! Though," and here the faun tsk tsk tsk-ed, "I would not advise any sort of huntin' or sport until ye're able to get back to the castle. Ye may have a bit of a concuss, that ye may. T'would be a fair shame to do any more damage to an already tender skull." Peter scoffed the tiniest bit.

"Thank you, Mr. Tabos," and he shook the faun's hand. "He will not be taking part in any sort of sport, I can assure you. As soon as he's able to be on his feet, he'll be going back to the Cair straight away."

"Sir!" One of the men bustled in. "Sir, your sisters are here." Peter's head snapped up in surprise.

"What did you say?!"


To be continued!


A/N: Poor Peter! Lolol. Will he ever get a moment's peace?

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