My Brother's Keeper- Chapter 1
*WARNING*- This story contains the spanking of a teenage male. Don't like, don't read. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pevensie children, Narnia, or anything else affiliated with them. C.S. Lewis does :) I just own the plot!
Peter- 18
Susan-16
Edmund-13
Lucy-10
"Sod. Off." Edmund Pevensie sat on a stool in the dining room, scowling. His arms were crossed over his chest and his dark brown eyes were clouded over in defiant rage.
"No, Edmund. You, you listen to me." Susan Pevensie put her hand on her hip; her other went to his chin as she tipped it upward. He yanked away violently. She grasped his upper arms and spoke to him in a tone of voice he rarely heard. "STOP IT." It brought instant tears of shame and frustration to his eyes. "Look at me. NOW," she commanded, when he failed to comply. He glanced up and his eyes met her own for a fleeting second, then he stared at her feet. She sighed heavily. "Edmund," she continued, "did you or did you not leave the castle grounds this morning before Peter said we could?" Edmund thought it wise to stay silent. He knew he could think his way out of this if Susan would keep talking. "And did you or did you not trample over the flowers that Edith so graciously planted in our garden in your haste to get back inside the castle before breakfast?" Edmund said nothing. In his mind he muttered to himself that the daft lady-faun should never have planted lilies in the first place. Not where they could be so easily caught underfoot. Susan had noticed from the start that he did not meet her gaze as she questioned him, a sign that he was most likely extremely guilty. "Edmund?"
"Wha-aaaaat?!" He moaned impatiently. "I didn't do anything wrong!"
"So I am wrong to conclude that it was indeed you who trampled on the flowers and left the castle without permission?"
"No. I mean, yes! What?!" Susan let out her breath, exasperated.
"You left the castle before you were permitted to and trampled the flowers. Am I right or wrong?"
"Wrong! You're absolutely wrong. I did no such thing."
"Are you positive, Ed?" He nodded fervently. She grasped both his wrists and leaned forward.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me completely honestly that you are 100% innocent." Edmund swallowed hard and steeled himself. He put on his most innocent face as he slowly lifted his head and met his sister's piercing, yet gentle gaze.
"I didn't do it, Su. Honest to God." She stared at him for a long moment, as if trying to read his mind.
"I'm going to hold you to that, Ed." She let go of his wrists. Straightening up, she put her hand on the side of his face and kissed his forehead.
"Can I please get up now?"
"Oh, no. You're keeping your bum planted on that stool for another 10 minutes at least. The way you spoke to Lucy earlier, calling her the things you did? I don't know what's gotten into you, but I won't have it. If Peter were here, he wouldn't either." Edmund groaned.
"Susaaannn-" "Hush," she cut him off. "You know he wouldn't. Now, I will be back in about 10 minutes. I want you seated here the entire time. Every second. Do you understand?" He nodded. "Good." And with that, Susan walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
"Stupid!" Edmund grabbed an apple out of a wooden bowl on the counter and flung it across the room. Against his luck, it hit a tall crystal vase sitting on top of the piano that was resting against the wall. The vase flew off the piano and Edmund watched in horror as it hit the floor with a shrill crash, shattering into hundreds of tiny pieces. "Uuuggghhh," he moaned under his breath, his stomach turning. On the fly, he made a decision. He hopped off the stool and went to the door, opening it slowly. He glanced down the hallway both ways, and when he saw that the coast was clear, he closed the door behind him before taking off at a dead sprint out the far doors.
Edmund made his way first to the beach, but then thought better of it. Peter would be home from a day of hunting in a matter of a half hour, and his chamber had a direct view of the water. No way was he staying here. He turned and ran to the stable, where he found Phillip waiting for him. "Hello, your Majesty!" The horse greeted him.
"Greetings, Phillip! Hey, what say you and I go on a ride?"
"I would enjoy that immensely, your Majesty. Where to?"
"Oh, let's go a couple of hours west of here. I hear there's lovely plants and fruit trees in a grove a few minutes off the Meridan coast."
"The coast? But, your Majesty..." Phillip trailed off and coughed. "Forgive me, your Highness...but if I remember correctly, High King Peter said that until the lot of you are 18 years of age, you're not to go past-"
"Spare Oom, Spare Oom, I KNOW, Phillip. I'm well aware of the rules, horse, I was there when Peter established them." As he spoke, Edmund took down a saddle and hooked a sword into his belt. "Rules, rules, rules," he muttered, lifting the saddle onto Phillip's back and securing it. He swung himself onto the chestnut horse's back. "But, now, where's the fun in that?"
"King Edmund-"
"Oh, let's go! Hurry up!"
"Sire, I really don't think this is a good idea..."
"Phillip, I'm your king, remember? And as your king, I am giving you a direct order. Come off it, let's go!"
"There's more to being a king then simply giving orders..."
"Sorry?"
"Nothing, your Highness. Meridan Coast, you said?"
"That's more like it!" Edmund wore a wide grin as the pair took off.
So that's Chapter 1 :) Review!
