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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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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.