The clashing of blades and cries of attack and defense alerted you to a nearby conflict- luckily, you were only up the hill from the fight and could see it clearly when you simply turned around. Taking a quick assessment of the situation, you shook your head at the pair at odds, recognizing the unfamiliar one by the hilt of his blade, and literally leaped from the hill as you drew your own blade. As Prince Caspian, your ally, kicked away High King Peter tried to pull his blade from the tree it was now stuck in, you dashed in between the pair and yelled the single word;

"STOP!"

with such force that both of the pair froze where they were.

Lowering your blade as you received their attention with satisfaction, you gestured between each and calmly introduced each other;

"Caspian, meet High King Peter. Your Majesty, this is Prince Caspian the Tenth, rightful heir to the Telmarine throne and current leader of the surviving Narnians."

The two eyed each other up and you noticed that Peter also scanned you up and down once, only looking away when Caspian handed him his sword. Once he'd looked away, Caspian frowned to you behind his back, apparently disliking how Peter had checked you out, and you waved off his irritation with a sigh.

You had a bad feeling about this...