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With the White Witch defeated and a sense of peace prevailing over Narnia, Peter has finally been able to settle into the role of High King. His days are filled with paperwork and foreign policies, many new councillors greeting him and begging his ear for new ideas. While this new role gave him a great sense of duty and responsibility, and like always, Peter rose to the challenge.

Sometimes, even though he has come to love the job Narnia has given him, he has to slip away. He is settled in one of the balconies today, overlooking the great sea of Narnia. He leans against he marble parapets, the sun warming his face, and the breeze cooling his skin. It's silent, save for the idle chatter of birds or the giggles of Lucy down below, dancing with the tree nymphs. His heart stirs in awe of the beautiful place. What a land he was given, he thinks when he is alone. And sometimes, he doubts Aslan's confidence in him.

He's just a boy. How is he supposed to take care of so many beautiful, wonderful things?

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Susan is vaguely aware that being a queen requires one to be quite knowledgeable about so many things, but it still takes her by surprise that she is required to be knowledgeable about so many things.

Not only does she have to learn about Narnia and its rich history, she has to learn about diplomacy as well. And not only that, but she has to learn how to dress and act like a queen - how to speak, how to move, even how to breathe as though she's been born into the role. And she wasn't! Sometimes Susan wants to remind them of this, yet by some miracle she manages to keep her mouth shut, and instead does what she's told.

Now she has a book in her hand, absorbed in reading its pages as she walks along the hall. Her tutor - a wily fox - has told her beforehand that she will be given a test today, and she doesn't want to fail it. A Queen does have her pride, after all.

Being a King or Queen of Narnia meant so many things, and Peter is sure the weight of the roles will catch up with them one day. He hears footsteps in the halls and turns around, watching his sister stroll by with her nose in a book. He grins, and moves to the doorway.

"You'll walk into a wall if you keep that up, your Majesty."

There is a bit of playfulness in his voice and he smiles up at her. They likely don't even look the same as they did but months ago. Now dressed in Narnia's finest clothing, the lush velvets and silks, with the circlets of gold and jewels atop their heads.

"Do you ever stop reading, Susan?"

She takes a startled step backwards at the sound of his voice, and Susan looks up to see Peter... silently laughing at her. She purses her lips, then closes her book and hits him with it on the shoulder. "You startled me, you beast," she said, but it's without bite.

"It's not as if this is something I do for leisure, Peter," she says. Susan looks around her to see if anyone's listening. "Truth be told I'd rather play a word game than read this book." An impish look comes upon her face. "Would the High King like to indulge his sister?"

"It was unintentional entirely, sister." It's funny how their speech has changed, and sometimes Peter finds himself startled by how easily the old tongue flows into his words.

"A word game is hardly fit for a Queen and High King." Peter laughs softly and looks back over the view, a small flock of birds soaring up into the sky and diving back into the lush canopies.

"But I suppose I can indulge you. What sort of word game does the lady wish to play?" Another grin. Peter is in high spirits and feeling quite cheeky today.

Susan outright grins at him - an act that will surely land her in hot water if ever her tutor in manners find out about it! "Oh, you suppose, do you?" she says. "Well, if the gentleman truly wants to know, the lady wants to play her favorite game, be it in the world inside the wardrobe or outside of it - the dictionary game." There. She knows how much Peter dislikes the game, though, and may only be offering it since she knows he will refuse.

But then she frowns a bit. "Although it's a bit difficult to play here, since their dictionaries are peppered with thousands of Narnian words that I've yet to learn about."

Peter abhors the Dictionary Game and he snorts, looking at her incredulously. "Then clearly, we can't play any such game here." He laughs lightly and leans back against one of the walls, watching his sister analyze this plan.

"Though if we did play it, they would only think we were studying the Narnian terms we do not know. They wouldn't realize we were playing a game. I think it is the cleverest form of deception."

Shrugging his shoulders, Peter glances over at his sister. "I suppose you'll have to study, then, until you cannot study any longer."

She enjoys studying, she truly does - more so than any of her siblings, probably. But here, in Narnia, there is a definite weight to all her actions, that if she fails at something not only will she suffer for it, but potentially the whole of their lands will be affected as well. It's something that she thinks is too much, at times.

"Oh Peter. You're the High King. Can you not decree a day that will free us from these responsibilities? Just... just for one day." And as she says this Susan is so horribly aware of just how childish she sounds.

Peter doesn't mind studying about Narnia, but some days he is called out into the land to see the people. He learns most about them then, he thinks. He rolls his eyes at his sister's suggestion though, laughing with ease.

"Maybe one day, but I don't think it will pass, Susan. We have a lot to learn before we can do something like that, I think."

He nods his head, looking out over the landscape, "But you know, Susan, no one is around right now, and we could study while horse riding, don't you think? Verbal studying, of course. Maybe the adrenaline will help. What do you think?"

And there's Peter again, his hand outstretched to her, grinning.