The end of Peter's first year in Narnia was fast approaching. What had once been a strange new world was becoming to truly feel like home. Courtly manners were almost second nature to him, save for a few peculiar formalities he still hadn't quite wrapped his head around. Every day he tended to his studies, met with councils, and spent very little time doing much less. With the new year nearly here, however, his duties had been wavered in favour of some well-deserved rest.

And by rest, that meant allowing himself to have a bit of fun for the first time in a long time.

It's never quite the same, a New Year's Day without one's family present. [But thankfully this year there is no such problem.]