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Summary: A sorcerer challenged by Aslan. Love and friendship alike are tested by his presence. And the Gentle Queen faces her own challenge when the sorcerer's true colors are unveiled.

A/N: If you have not read the first eight stories in the A Light in the Darkness main story arc (Awakened, Shadowed, Revealed, Concealed, Rekindled, Refracted, Reflected, and Veiled), I highly recommend you do so for the full experience. However, I have included a quick summary of the previous stories so if you want to give this one a whirl on its own, you can.

Chapter Twelve: The High King's Duty

"Where are you going?"

Peter started as two slender arms wrapped around his chest, pulling him back down on to the mattress before he had the chance to kick the covers off. A low laugh escaped him as Thalia released him only long enough to sit on his lap. "My dear lady, you know it's against the law to interfere with the High King carrying out his duty." Thalia's light green eyes sparkled as she leaned forward to kiss his neck. Peter swallowed hard, trying to remember what it was that he had been so certain needed his attention. "Ahem, I regret, my dear Flower . . ."

She stopped trailing kisses down his neck and peered at him from beneath her dark lashes. "Yes, my lord?"

Her tone was all sweet compliance but the heat and touch of mischief in her half-veiled gaze made it extremely difficult to remember what reason he had for leaving her on Seventhday. "I, uh, I regret . . . that I have to go."

Thalia reached up, her slender fingers combing through his hair and gently massaging his scalp. His Flower glanced at him, a tender smile playing across her mouth, as she murmured, "Even the High King is allowed to rest on Seventhday, my love."

Peter grinned suddenly. "Well, I suppose the prisoner will still be there tomorrow." He twisted a nut-brown lock between his fingers. "And I really should be taking this opportunity to shower you with attention, shouldn't I, Flower?" He leaned in to kiss her only to sputter in surprise when a pillow collided with the side of his head then his giggling bride scrambled off his lap. Peter gaped at her for a moment then he laughed as he tossed the covers back. "I'll have you know, madam, that it is against the law to interfere with the High King carrying out his duty."

She giggled. "Then the High King should be more proficient."

Focused on the tempting challenge Thalia was offering, Peter decided that just for today he could ignore any duties aside from that of catching his pretty bride.

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