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Peter was a morning person.
This had always been an endless source of despair for his siblings, of course, who would have gladly wasted half the day in the comfort of their beds had he but let them: “Don’t you know a Queen needs her beauty rest?” Susan would chide each morning with an exaggerated sigh, her frustration echoed in the gurgling snore of Edmund, asleep in his porridge.
“Time is valuable,” he’d laughed. “Don’t waste it.”
Now, curled into the warmth of his beautiful Telemarine boy, he thought he might be persuaded to sleep in once in a while.