Cair Paravel, Narnia - June

[once_a_traitor]

Though the Kings of Narnia duelling was not an uncommon sight in the training yards of Cair Paravel, it was one that often drew a crowd. Servants, government officials and visitors alike would gather at the fence that separated the battleground from the rest of the courtyard and watch the back and forth thrust and clash of metal on metal

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[once_a_king]

"If you believe they'll distract you, you can concede now," Peter offered. Those who knew him would hear the teasing, otherwise he sounded completely serious and even knightly.

He ignored the spectators as he stretched, sword set carefully beside him.

[once_a_traitor]

"And not give you the satisfaction of losing to your younger brother?"

[once_a_king]

"Would you be implying that my head is overly swollen and needs to be beaten back to earth?" he inquired in reply. "I suppose losing to my younger brother - or sister - would do that."

They could pay no attention to the fact that he rather often lost to Edmund. Facts shouldn't get in the way of polite taunting.

[once_a_traitor]

"It's been long enough without you being on the receiving end of a sound beating. These things should happen often enough to keep you grounded."

[once_a_king]

"There are times when I'm not grounded?" Peter said dryly.

[once_a_traitor]

"Of course not, Peter," Edmund replied with the smallest hint of a smile.

[once_a_king]

"You're being terribly diplomatic there, Ed," he retorted, amusement evident as he jumped to his feet. "Ready yet?"

[once_a_traitor]

"Always."