Peter wanted to believe himself to be far above jealousy, but his belief started to crumble down in that moment, when he saw you dancing in the hall of Cair Paravel with some lordling. And you were smiling. Smiling. Laughing at his jokes and flashing that glowing smile of yours at someone who was not… him.

He pressed his lips together as he watched. He could accept others to be better warriors, diplomats, siblings even. But when it came to you… it was like he ended up forgetting himself.