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[highking]

Tomorrow is Sunday. Tonight is Peter's last night 'alive.'

From his windblown hair, it's pretty clear that he can now cross off One last ride on Duncan from his list of things to do. And from the cup of tea, it's clear that he is still, in fact, himself.

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[kitchen_maid]

It's odd, because he doesn't look all that different than he did when she met him.

Three years gone and more, for her, now.

(She looks different. Older. Grandly dressed. Very, very pregnant.)

"Good evening, Peter."

[highking]

"Hullo, Amy." He smiles when he sees her.

It's funny how everything confirms the decision. He smiles when he sees her, and grins at her pregnant belly. "At it again, are we?"

(If things had gone as planned, as once planned, there'd be no Princess Susan. No who-ever-this-is. And if Susan--Susan the elder, as it were--had been on the train, there'd be no neice and maybe-nephew.

It's all for the best. And this is what they call perspective. You get it when you're dead.)

[kitchen_maid]

(This, Peter, is the life you sent Amy to live. That was an act of grace, of wisdom, of courage. Amy knows a bit about all those things.)

Amy shrugs lightly, and grins back. "A king with no brother and no son tends to make the populace nervous," she says.

Besides, Amy really is excessively fond of her husband.

"May I join you?"

[highking]

"Of course," he says.

He doesn't know if she knows.

[dear_of_heart]

There is nothing particularly noticeable about the young woman with a book in hand sitting not far away, gaze wandering about the room (her hair is starting to fall out of the neat bun it is done up in and there is some chalk dust smeared across her cheek, but she's not yet noticed either).

But he catches her gaze for at least several moments--whether it is the windblown aspect of his hair, or his cup of tea, he is at least more interesting than the teaching theories Cora can't find it in herself to concentrate on.

[highking]

He notices her looks--and the chalk dust makes him smile. He waves. "Hullo."

[dear_of_heart]

"Hello," she smiles in return, closing the book so as to wave back. "I'm sorry for staring, it's just rather hard to concentrate at the moment."

[highking]

"Indeed," he laughs. "It's not quite the place for quiet studies, is it?"