“It will hardly be the last, I’ll warrant,” Peter had replied, as much pleased at the outcome as his brother, despite his own loss. “And if you go bronzing every blade that you use to beat me, soon the castle keep will be filled with bronzed, blunt, useless swords!”
They had shared in easy laughter as their sisters and courtiers looked on, but for King Peter, the only one who mattered in that golden moment was King Edmund — his brother, his most trusted advisor, and the greatest, most desperate love of his life.