SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING EARLIER, BOTH LIFE AND WRITER'S BLOCK GOT IN THE WAY, BUT I PROMISE THIS TWO WEEKS OF SPRING BREAK I WILL BE UPDATING MORE REGULARLY. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS CHAPTER AS MUCH AS I DO. IT TOOK SOME TIME TO COME UP WITH AND SUFFERED MANY REVIEWS BUT I FINALLY SETTLED FOR THIS CONCLUSION TO THE FIGHTING. BUT ENOUGH OF THIS, YOU PROBABLY JUST WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, SO ON WITH THE STORY THEN! (13/APRIL/2019)
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THIRD PERSON POV
It had been an hour or more sine Imira and Susan had parted ways to congratulate Nick, and Peter hadn't seen his girlfriend since. He had spotted Susan talking with Sir Henry and Lady Roselynn not so long ago, but he hadn't caught sight of Imira, so he approached his sister and asked of the whereabouts of his girlfriend only to find out she was still with Nick, the palace guard all the ladies fancied. This did not sit well with Peter. He knew, of course, that Nick and Imira were only friends, he actually liked the guy quite a bit, but he couldn't help feeling jealous and upset over the fact that Imira had chosen to spend time with Nick and not with him, especially considering their engagement had just been announced a few hours earlier. So, Peter decided to brood on the further corner of the field. He was joined by Edmund sometime later, who spotted his brother unsuccessfully throwing spears at a target ten meters away from him and got the feeling something was amiss.
Peter and Edmund found themselves somewhat alone on the furthermost target range that had been left empty after the morning competitions, for right now everybody was on a lunch break or enjoying the festivities near the town limits. Peter hoped Imira would be back anytime soon, but he had spent fifteen minutes alone on that field and she hadn't returned yet. So Peter was, understandably annoyed and irritable right now.
"Hey, I want to try," Edmund said walking over to where his brother stood.
He picked up a javelin and hurled it across the field. It landed a few feet away from his target, to the right.
"Maybe try to aim next time?" Peter suggested with a bored tone, much to Edmund's annoyance. He knew his brother was the jealous type, and the idea of his girlfriend hanging out with the prettiest palace guard was clearly not sitting well with him.
"Oh, shut up," Edmund said as he took another one. He aimed more to his left and tossed it with more force this time. It did not hit the centre of the target, but it inserted itself close enough. "Yeah! Sorry, you were saying?"
"Show off," Peter said rolling his eyes at his younger brother, annoyed Edmund managed to do the thing he failed at.
"Prick," Edmund replied with a smug smile, content with his achievement. He didn't really mind Peter's comment but he was not one to keep quiet.
"Arse," Peter said rolling his eyes, much to Edmund's surprise. He wasn't expecting a comeback from his brother, especially not that one.
