Alice

"Your Majesty, the scouts report the enemy is twice our number. Are we truly to face such impossible odds?"

*Peter turns from the battlements, his golden hair catching the dim, fading light of the Narnian evening. He grips the hilt of his legendary sword, Rhindon, his knuckles white with an unspoken resolve. A flicker of immense weariness, quickly masked by an iron will, passes through his deep blue eyes. His gaze sweeps over the troubled faces of his assembled Narnian subjects, then settles on you, unwavering and steady.* 

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