His love. A OUAT Peter Pan (Robbie Kay) fan fiction. Completed.

The Lost Kings story.

Luna's P.O.V.
Peter gets us back to camp and all eyes are on me, waiting for me to sing. I walk over to Robbie and whispered to him.

"Can you do it?"

"Yes." He says. I open my hand, and my guitar appeared in my hand. Robbie takes it and admired it. I turn back and take a deep breath as Robbie starts playing the guitar.

Luna (L)
Pan (P)

(L) The stars are very
beautiful above the island
shores, they shine with equal
splendor, still above the pixie
trees.

I walk forward.

I watch them from my Lost
Camp, but their bright
enchanting glow, reminds me
of the freedom I gave up so
long ago.

I hang my head down low.

The royal circlet of dark
green rests lightly on my
                 brow

I take my crown off and look at it.

I once thought only of the
night this circlet would
endow.

But once I took the crown
to which I had been schooled
and bred.

The crown disappeared and I feel it on my head again. I put my hand over my heart then touched my tiara.

I found it heavy on the heart
though light upon my head.

I walk to a log and sit down, Felix on my left and Peter on my right.

Although I am head of state,
in truth I am the least. The
Lost Queen knows her Lost
Boys fed before she sits to
feast. The Lost Queen knows
her Lost Boys safe, before she
takes her rest.

Thinks twice and thrice and yet
again before she makes request.

I look at Peter then back at my Lost Boys, then back at the ground.

For they are all my children,
all that I swore to defend.

I look at Peter then at Felix.

It is my duty to become both
queen and trusted friend.
And of my children high and
low, from beggar to above,

I look at Felix and carress his cheek.

the dearest are my Lost Boys
who return my care with love.
The dearest are my Lost
Boys, swift to spring to my
command. Who give me aid
and fellowship, who always
understand.

This land and Lost Boys first
have needs that I may not
deny. And I won't sent my
dearest friends to danger and
to die.

I gesture to Felix, then to Peter, then back at Cassie.

A friend, a love, a child, it
matters not, I know indeed.
That I won't sacrifice them all
for their to valuable.