Peter stared out of the window, half listening to his teacher drone on about the 'Project' they would be working on for the rest of the year.

'Something to do with medieval re-enactment, who knew what the hell, was going through Mr Johnson's brain when the thought of this idea, but at least it meant no school work for the next 6 months.' This sudden thought made Peter sit up and listen more closely to Mr Johnson's words. If it meant missing school, not paying attention now may mean a forfeit later.

"You will all be assigned a role which you must act out during the rest of the year. I will be picking these roles so you must deal with whatever role you are assigned and no you cannot change them Mr Kilpatric my decision is final. I have chosen these roles as I think that you are all capable of performing the duties which they require." Mr Johnson stared pointedly at Jack who glowered in return at the teacher's decision. "So without further ado gentlemen make an orderly queue and I will give you this pack which states your role and the duties you are required to perform throughout the next few months."

Peter stood slowly to avoid the rush of bodies mowing to the front and joined the queue of eager but nervous boys waiting to find out their role. It was a long process, Mr Johnson had to first find each child's pack and then mark their names off a list to ensure each child had received the correct role.

Of course there were a few boys who started to argue with Mr Johnson about the role, but he quieted them quickly with a threat or something to that effect. Others shouted with joy at their apparently 'Perfect roles', running to find their friends and enquire what role each person had.

A few just looked resigned to their fate, probably thinking it could have been much worse. Peter was getting a little nervous now, he was anxious to learn his role but also did not want a role that beneath him.

'For goodness sake I'm a High King if I end up as a labourer of sorts I'll argue my case until the role is changed. Despite Mr Johnson's proclamation of sorts, I'm sure I could convince the man otherwise. If I can get out of a training session with Oreius, one of the most stubborn centaurs or people I know.' Peter thought with a rueful smile thinking of his four legged General.

Finally it was Peter's turn, Mr Johnson handed him the pack with a strange smile on his face. Peter was not sure what this smile meant it looked good but one could never be sure, he knew the most unsuspecting people like Mr Johnson could be great actors.

Peter however simply smiled back at the man and turned away. It was odd, his pack was one of the thickest by far. He walked back to his desk, before opening the envelope that held his fate. Peter laughed out loud when he read the first page of the pack. He controlled himself quickly as he saw some of his friends giving him questioning looks. From a quick look Peter knew nothing in this pack would be necessary after all he was already a King, and a High King at that, nothing in this pack would tell him anything he didn't know but he supposed it would be necessary to look through it just to make sure he did not slip up by performing a duty that he should not even know was necessary.

Peter saw his friend Tom come over with a smile plastered over his face. "Guess what Peter, I'm a General of the Army, what are you?" Tom bounced over, peering to look at Peter's sheet. The look on his face almost caused Peter to laugh again.

"Something wrong Tom?" Peter said trying to hide a smirk. His friend had gone white, and now a smile was slowly forming on his face as he processed Peter's role.

"How... Well I'm not surprised... at least neither Jack nor Matt got it. I think I we would have to commit treason and kill them if they had... Hang on a minute mate... Does this mean I have to address you as 'Your Majesty' now?" Tom muttered to himself before coming to the conclusion and shouted the last question at Peter. Tom stared intently at Peter as if he knew the answers to every question.

Peter just laughed at his friends questions. Tom looked a little embarrassed when he saw that everyone had turned to stare at the pair.

"Hang on, what role did you get Pevensie?" One of the muscled jock types in Peter's class said in the silence. Peter remembered his name was Matt, one of the boys Tom had mentioned.

"Mr Pevensie is the King, Mr Dolton" said Mr Johnson, his tone held no space for disagreement. The class turned to stare at Peter, and the jock types all glared at him and Mr Johnson, fists clenched and muscled tensed.

Peter thought 'If looks could kill I would definitely be dead at this moment in time.'

'Brrring' The bell suddenly rang startling everyone, and Mr Johnson called out "Boys I want you to study those packs over the weekend and pack your belongings, because we are leaving to start this Project on Monday morning, so come to the driveway at 7 am sharp with your trunks so we can board the buses and leave as early as possible. Which reminds me another class from this school, and two classes from St. Helena's school for girls are also joining us on this trip. So I want you to all be on your best behaviour boys, and I will know as a selection of teachers will be accompanying you on this trip to keep an eye on you myself included." With a final glare to punctuate his point, he swept out the room, leaving a hastily packing up group of children eager to leave the room.

Peter quickly followed suit and packed his books and remembered to stuff the pack into his bag before leaving. As he left he was cornered by Matt and Jack.

"You think you're so good because you got to be 'King' huh Pevensie. Well we're gonna make you regret being such a goody too shoes." Jack said getting right into Peter's face before stalking off with Matt.

Peter just stood there for a moment, before a smirk crossed his face. 'If only they knew' Peter thought, 'If only they knew. Then they wouldn't dare say anything against him or his family.' He noticed Tom was standing next to him looking pale faced, and confused at Peter's smirk which only grew wider when he saw his friends face.