“Ask him.”
“Me? You could have called it off- there was still time!”
“No there wasn’t, thanks to you. If you’d kept to the plan, those soldiers might be alive right now.”
“And if you just stayed here like I suggested they definitely would be.”
“You called us, remember?”
“My first mistake”.
“No, your first mistake was thinking you could lead these people.”
“Hey! I am not the one who abandoned Narnia!”
“You invaded Narnia. You have no more right leading than Miraz does. You, him, your father! Narnia’s better off without the lot of you!”

“Bastard,” Caspian muttered as he struggled with his restraints, amazed such soft material could hold so strongly. Despite his lack of knowledge, an entire hour had passed, and still he struggled with his silken restraints, trying to regain his freedom by the time the one who had done so returned- since he could only imagine what he had in store for him with his hands bound, and frankly, he would have much preferred them free for such a time.

Meanwhile, Peter pushed his bangs off his forehead while walking down the hall that led to his chambers, prying his mind off of the building’s defences to place it instead on the one he had left upon his bed. Prince Caspian, the… twelfth. Or something like that. But the number didn’t matter; the fact that he had bound him to his bed, however, did. Pushing open the door only to see the dark-haired boy cease what struggling he had taken up to stare at him in surprise, Peter merely closed the door behind him before making his way over. “Slept well?” he asked, not surprised that the other glared at him for the teasing tone that had slipped into his voice.

“You had no right,” Caspian growled at him, which, in truth, he had been expecting.

“Would you have stayed had I not?” he threw back at him as he took a seat on the side of the bed, merely an arm’s length away from the one who continued to glare at him so.

For a moment the other continued to glare at him, before he finally looked away. “I suppose we will never know, now,” the Prince admitted, much to his amusement.

“No,” he agreed as he ran a hand over the other male’s face, a caress that pushed his soft hair away from his eyes- which he assumed came there from his struggling- as he spoke, “I suppose we won’t.” Ignoring for the moment how the Prince’s eyes flickered almost fearfully from where his hand rested against his face to his eyes, like that of a rabbit watching two foxes that had him trapped, Peter leaned down, his hand shifting out of the way such that he could place a kiss upon the other’s lips. Even with his eyes close he could almost feel the other’s surprise at his action, though soon felt it melt away as he returned such a kiss.

When the High King finally pulled away, Caspian took the time to catch his breath, surprise once more etched into his features. “Well that was unexpected,” was all he said, causing the one above him to smile a little before lowering himself once more. Returning the kiss once more, the Prince allowed the other to be distracted by such an act of passion- so that he might grab him with his hands and, rolling over, pin him down upon the bed.

Peter stared up in disbelief at the one that now sat on top of him, blinking to see not only the smirk on the other male’s lips, but also the maroon scarves that now were tied uselessly around his wrists. “Well that was unexpected too,” he said in return, causing the other, just like him, to smile a little before lowering himself down into a kiss, his fingers entwining with those of the one below him as he kept his hands pinioned on either side of his head.

“You didn’t expect me to take this lying down, did you?” Caspian murmured to him between two kisses, causing Peter to laugh breathlessly as his lips took to the skin of his neck, causing a jolt to run down his spine as he felt the foreign feel of a tongue upon his skin. Arching his neck to draw himself closer, he bit back his bottom lip to stop a moan from escaping, though such was noted by the Prince and yet another kiss was placed to his lips, his own drawing his bottom lip out from between his teeth to do such a thing. While such a thing took place, however, the Prince carefully moved the High King’s hands so that he could hold the both of them above his head with only one of his own, an act that didn’t seem to catch the other’s attention- not even as he slipped the scarves from around his own wrists and, threading them around the other’s wrists, gently pulled them tight.

Then, as quick as lightning, Caspian tied the other to the bed, much like he himself had been, and withdrew from his figure, slowly falling into a crouch as he stared at the other, and the work he had done, with a blank face. At the withdrawal Peter had leaned up to follow him but, seeing how far he had placed himself away, went to sit up, only to find himself bound to the bed. Looking up at the scarves that held him, he raised an eyebrow, before looking to the other with a surprised little look, rather amazed at such forwardness. “Well, it’s not exactly what I had in mind, but alright,” he said simply, only to watch the other smirk at him- and, taking the note that had been placed for him on the bedside table, looked at it, before setting it on the High King’s chest.

Now smirking himself, Caspian withdrew himself completely from the bed, the pleased look not even faltering from his face as he walked out of the room, the High King calling at him to come back and release him. True enough, it wasn’t the death he had thought of earlier, but it was enough for the other to learn not to underestimate him, and that was what he really wanted.