Disclaimer: It all belongs to C.S. Lewis, including Peter .
Author's Note: I'm a guy; I just look like a girl. Compare me with Bill Kaulitz if you wish to.
The grin on her face slowly faded away as he shook his head sadly.
"Well?" Susan asked, though she already knew the dreaded answer.
"I-I'm sorry, Su," Peter said, his voice nearly choking himself, "But… I love Caspian too, and he to me as well."
This time, it was Susan who shook her head. "But it can't be… my love for Caspian is different, like the eternal rocks of the earth, always there, never ending… surely, he must love me instead…"
Peter sighed gravely, the expression on his face grim, "Yet, my love for Caspian is like a river, peaceful, pure, and as natural as can be. Your love for him, however, as you call it, resembles a large rock, breaking the perfect flow of the water."
"But Peter, you and Caspian… are both men! It can never be as pure or peaceful or natural as you say, because true love can only be made by a male and a female!"
"Oh really, Su? I think you have forgotten something… that this is Narnia, not England. You see, the Narnians don't care whether I'm a man or not, I am still their High King, Emperor of the Lone Islands, Peter the Magnificent. Even more, Caspian gave them back their freedom and rights, so should disapproving of our love for each other be how they thank us? I don't think so, Su, I don't think so."
There was a long silence between the two. Susan blinked away a few tears, before looking up at her brother again. "But I've seen the way he looks at me… it's filled with love and adoration, unlike… unlike those mere glances he gives to you…"
"Is that so, Su? Then you're all wrong. You've noticed them, I know that, you've noticed the little smiles he sends me, the way he whispers in my ear during meetings, how he always waits for me for any occasion, including simple meals. Don't deny it, Su, he loves me, and he always will.
"His love for me is, undoubtedly, unique, special, genuine, like ice-cold lava, like sweet-smelling smoke, like watery fire… no matter what obstacles are in the way, our flame of passion will never die, and it will continue to burn, even after our deaths."
By the end of Peter's explanation, Susan had turned around and left the halls, her face flushed with anger. Again, Peter sighed, but smiled as he felt a pair of arms snake around his waist.
"Mi armor dulce…" Caspian whispered, his lips just touching the younger man's neck, "All you said about us…"
"Yes," Peter whispered back, "its all true… nothing- nothing- shall ever put out the fire in our love, not even the threatening waters of jealousy, not even the wrathful rapids of anger… Caspian, I will always love you…"