Narnia (Advanced RP) discussion

Peter strolled through the forest, his sword on his side. He felt peaceful, and smiled, his tousled hair moving in the wind.

Peter widened his eyes, feeling something stick into his side. He gasped, before gripping the arrow, and gritting his teeth, pulled it out. A few splinters stayed though. Blood gushed out of the wound, and the king fell to the ground. Would this be an accident, or planned? he wondered as he winced in pain. Slowly attempting to draw his sword, he managed to stand, his face pale. He looked around, and finally locked eyes with Rhea.

"Its.. Alright." Peter managed to say. He looked over her features, and found that she was really delicate looking. Should I reveal who I am? the young king wondered, and smiled softly at the girl.

"Rhea.. I see.. I am Peter." He said. He was holding himself up with his sword on the ground. "King Peter, to be specific." He muttered softly. "Aslan has mentioned you once." He added, looking at her face, to see if her expression changed.

((he knows who she is, but never met her.))

He sighed, and moved his arm, revealing the wound. The blood was staining his clothes as it kept leaking out. "Well then hello Rhea." Peter said, smirking back through the pain.

Peter waited for her to do what she needed to do. For some reason that outraged him, he blushed when she lifted his shirt a bit. Peter Pevensie, you are a king and there is no time to act like a mere schoolboy. he said sternly to himself, the blush clearing as quickly as it had come.

((slowly… but he will deny it.))

He winced, as it stung, but bit his lip and held on while Rhea worked on the wound. He concentrated on Lucy's birthday party, and that helped to ignore the pain.

She has nice hair. he thought, before mentally slapping himself. What was wrong with him?!

((SEEEE?))

"It would be alright." He answered, keeping his eyes on the horizon, even though there was none.

"It's alright. I can handle it." He said. He finally looked at her, and gave her a gentle smile. "Go ahead." he softly said.

"Whoa…" Peter gasped, looking down. He was astonished. He knew he should have expected something like this from a daughter of Aslan, but it surprised him still.

He took a deep breath, to steady himself as the wound healed. When it was over, he let it all out. "Thank you for healing me." Peter said graciously, smiling at Rhea.

"It was an accident, am I right?" the king said gently, placing a hand on her arm. "It wasn't your fault." he added.

Peter laughed, before taking her hand. "That is partly true." He mused.

((sorry gtg..))

Peter noticed, but didn't show any expression. "Well that rarity got me injured, huh?" he said, sounding more like a British boy, than a king.

"I'm blaming the two of us." He said cheerfully, giving her a grin. "Alright. Let's change the subject. Where are you currently staying at?" He asked.

Peter nodded. He was contemplating whether he should invite her to the castle. "I would like to offer you to stay at Cair Paravel, for tending to my wound?" He said, tilting his head.

"It's alright. You can stay at Cair Paravel Rhea." Peter said, looking at her gently.

"They won't. Lucy would be glad to meet you. She would like to ask you about your father." Peter looked at the ground.

"That's great." Peter said, his eyes brightening. "Would you rather go now or later? Do you know the way?" He asked.

Peter smiled softly. "Then I'll wait." He said, sitting on the same log he had sat on just now.

Peter watched all she did with some awe. I wonder if I should ask her to the party.. Wait. I just met her. he thought.

"I'll do it later." He said, catching the shirt. Yeah.. Change into her shirt later on. he thought.

"Let's go." Peter stood up, and smiled at her. He began walking back.

((gtg))

Peter continued on, until they reached the castle.

(( How about going to the main place? ))

((BACKKKK!!!! ))

((huh? okay.. posted already. I have school. ))

((FUUUU))