Hi guys! This is a request from @GothicGamerGirl64

So I hope you'll like it!

This is probably about a year after the coronation in the first movie. (Yes, I said movie and I'm sorry!)

WARNING ⚠️; Will contain blood, mentions death and self harm!

Third Person POV

You were training with Peter, your boyfriend of almost a year, and Edmund out on the fields behind the castle and it was a warm autumn day.

You went to sit down so you could take a rest.

And it was not only because it was warm out, but you had a long sleeved dress on too. Why? Because you didn't want anyone to see that you were cutting... You didn't like it, and you had promised Peter to not do it, but you couldn't help it. You see, it was a stress reliever to see your face in the blade, before cutting.

You took up your own sword from beside you and looked yourself in the reflection. All the color drained from your face, because you didn't want to cut right in front of Peter and Edmund.

You knew that they would be sad, and you just couldn't do that to them.

You're the princess of Grace (I'm sorry... I just... I needed to ok? It was a perfect fit for this story! You'll see why!)

And duchess over Narnia. No, you aren't a princess over Narnia, because they only need two princesses.

Suddenly Peter came up to you.

-Is everything alright? he asked . You didn't look up at him, but continued to look yourself on the shining, clean blade. You swallowed before asking;

-What would you do if I cut myself on the neck with this?

You looked up at him, and saw his shocked and sad look. You sighed.

-I'm sorry.... I need to go, you said and put down your sword, and feeling like you needed to... relieve stress.

You walked fast into your room and into the bathroom, where a small blade from the kitchens laid, exactly like you left it this morning. You changed dress to a strapless one, and you looked yourself in the blade and you had just put it on your skin when you saw Peter stand in the opening of the door.

"Forgot to lock the door..." You thought.

You looked up at Peters face and he looked terrified.

-What.... what are you... since when? Peter asked as he stepped into the room and took your arms to look at, new and old scars that draped your arms, all the way up to your shoulder on one arm even.

-I, I was.... this is., I-I... You said and Peter took the blade from you and threw it away. He looked at you and you began to cry. Peters eyes softened and he hugged you.

-Since when...? Peter asked again.

-Everyday for two weeks... You sobbed out and Peter sighed.

-Why? Why do you do this to yourself? Peter asks.

-Because I don't deserve you... I don't deserve any of this, you said and Peter pulled away and looked at you with a curious look.

-What do you mean? Peter asks.

-I DON'T DESERVE THIS!!! You screamed in his face, but he didn't even flinch.

-I deserve nothing... you then said

-Don't say that! Peter said

-It's true! you said immediately. Peter sighed and looked down for a couple of seconds, before turning his glance to you again.

-Why do you feel like that? He asked.

-Because you guys are so mighty with your swords and your way to rule... but I... I am just another piece in the game... you said and looked down.

Peter put his fingers under your chin and turned your glance up again.

-Your not just a piece in a game...

In my game you're the queen, my queen. Don't even worry about others and their thoughts... all that matters right now are you and me, Peter said and smiled a little.

-How does that sound? Just you, me, Edmund, Susan and Lucy? For a change? No paperwork, no training, just playing around on the castle grounds? Peter asked and you smiled.

-That sounds perfect, you said and Peter kissed your forehead.

-Then it's set, for the whole next week we will just goof around and you won't cut! Peter said and lifted you up from the ground.

-Thanks Peter... I love you, you said.

-I love you to my queen, Peter said.

Sorry for the short one, but I don't really have much inspiration, and some of the requests I can't do because of lack on knowledge on the characters...

I'm sorry!!!!! I really want to write them, but I can't!

I'll try, but if it's bad don't blame me...(Blame my friends on the other side!)

Sorry again...... I'm stupid. I'll go now...

Ok bye!