People forget, sometimes, that Peter’s first kill was a Wolf at the behest of the Lion, that he defended his blood by spilling blood in return and, like an offering, let it drip onto the earth.

As High King, he leads and guards his people, the responsibility of the country resting- perhaps not comfortably, but capably on his shoulder; as a warrior, Peter fight with a growl in his throat and bloodlust in his eyes, and his enemies fall trembling before him.

There is a saying, in Narnia, that there is fate and magic in a first kill, that something clicks-, locks into place, and no one ever truly escapes its taint.