god, we do do this in comments all the time. *bemused*

and morgana hits on edmund, of course. AND PETER. so arthur is jealous.

"you stay away from her!" arthur snaps, bulling peter up against a wall, fist clenched in the fabric of his tunic.

peter lets himself be bullied, knows that he can turn the tables at any moment. arthur -- and uther too -- always forgets their rank, forgets that edmund and peter are kings despite their age. arthur looks at him and sees only a cocky stranger his own age, not the high king of narnia.

"or what?" he drawls. morgana is amusing, but despite what edmund thinks, he does know england's own legends. he's too smart to fool around with the woman that he knows as morgaine le fay.

"or i'll beat your head in!"

peter smirks, and like that, he's switched their positions, arthur sandwiched between his body and the wall now. he sees the prince's eyes go wide. "how did you --" he bursts out, warrior's instinct kicking in. how did you do that, show me, i need to know. then he's the spoiled prince again. "how dare you!"

peter closes his fist around arthur's throat, not squeezing, but letting arthur know he could if he wanted, kill the crown prince of albion here and now, take albion for his, for narnia's. it's all in the eyes, and arthur has brains enough to see that. peter loosens his grip.

"it's not your foster-sister i'm interested in," he whispers in arthur's ear.