"The Queen! The Queen of Narnia! Emprise of the Lone Island!" the dwarf cried. Behind him, four Cyclopes carried the Queens on her small throne through the encampment.
Peter, Susan, Lucy, and Edmond watched the Witch's approach towards Aslan's tent. Peter noticed Edmond shrink back, trying to avoid the Witches glance at him. He placed a comforting hand on Edmonds shoulder and pulled him behind Susan. Peter gave Edmonds shoulder a comforting squeeze before he turned his attention back to the Witch.
"You have a traitor in your midst Aslan." she said.
"His offence was not against you." Aslan replied.
"Have you forgotten the laws which Narnia was built upon?"
"Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, witch. I was there when it was written." Aslan snapped.
"Then you know very well that every traitor belongs to me. His blood is my property." she said.
"Come and take it then!" Peter yelled. He unsheathed his sword and stepped out.
"Do you think violence can deny me my right, little king?" Jadis taunted. "Aslan know that unless I have blood," she turned to face the rest of the encampment. "all of Narnia will perish! In fire and water!" Jadis looked at Edmond. "That boy will die on the stone table! As is tradition."
"If blood is what you want then take mine!" Peter yelled. All attention shifted to Peter.
Edmond's head snapped to his brothers face. Had he heard Peter correctly? Was Peter going to sacrifice his life for him?
"Peter!" Aslan roared.
Peter stood his ground. His eyes fixed on the Witch that threatened his brother. That threatened his family. He could not- would not- allow it to happen. No matter what the cost.
"You would trade your life for your brothers?" The Witch asked.
"Enough!" Aslan roared. Everyone was silent. The air was thick with anticipation and fear for the young kings life. "I shall speak with you both in private." He turned back to his tent and entered. The White Witch followed, as did Peter.
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Hours seemed to pass before the tent drape opened. Everyone looked up and stood as the Witch withdrew from the tent. Her cold eyes stared Edmond down as she walked back to the waiting Cyclopes.
Peter and Aslan emerged from the tent. Neither one looked pleased with the private meeting with the Witch. However, Peter seemed happier than Aslan appeared.
Aslan looked at Edmond, then looked out at the encampment, "The witch has renounced her claim on the son of Adams blood."
The entire encampment burst into cheers. Edmond felt a weight had been lifted off his soul. Susan patted Edmonds shoulder while Lucy latched onto his waist. Edmond looked at Peter, who smiled sadly at him. Edmond's smiled faded into concern for his brother.
"How do I know this promise will be kept?" the witch demanded.
Aslan roared fiercely at her. The witch sat in her throne quickly. The encampment laughed as the Cyclopes lifted the throne and walked out of the encampment. As they did, Peter made his way to his siblings. Catching Edmond off guard, Peter hugged his brother tightly.
"What happened in there?" Susan asked.
"Aslan managed to convince the witch against taking Edmond's life." Peter answered.
"What did that have to do with you though?" Edmond asked.
"Well I'm not about to let someone else decide what's best for my family without my consent." Peter laughed.
Lucy smiled at the sight of her brothers finally getting along. Neither one fighting or yelling at each other like they had been at home. Yet something was bothering Peter, she could tell. Lucy looked to Aslan for confirmation.
Aslan's head lowered in sadness as he watched the Pevensie children. Lucy quickly turned back to Peter. Her eyes shifted a few more times between Aslan and Peter. Something was very wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
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ok, don't kill me. this is my first narnia fic.