It was not yet dawn of the morrow, as the sun was not quite resting on the magnificent Cair Paravel. And yet, the Just King was not even near sleep, but alone with his thoughts. King Edmund rested his back against the side of his stone window, looking out on the Western Wood. It may be dark, but the wood still shone with great beauty. The fire still roaring in it's glory, reminding our king of the great Lion.
He found it difficult to understand why Aslan had left them, but he refused to doubt His wisdom and promise to return. The younger Pevensie brother was now at the age of fifteen, and it has already seemed so much time had passed since the coronation. However here Edmund sat, awaiting the return of the simple sunrise. He thought of Lucy. The Valiant Queen and his little sister who was now thirteen. Edmund watched Lucy grow into such a lovely young woman, and he couldn't be more proud of her. From here his thoughts drifted to Susan. The Gentle Queen and his older sister, at age seventeen. She very much lived up to her title, and treated everyone with such grace and kindness, Edmund was amazed at how far she'd come since 'Spare Oom'. And finally, his thoughts landed on Peter. The Magnificent King, Edmund's older brother, and nineteen. In the Just King's eyes, magnificent was just the word to describe his brother. Peter was that and so much more to Edmund. A mentor, a good hearted person, and most importantly; his brother.
Edmund could never find the rightful words to thank Peter for everything he's done. They both had such a difficult childhood with each other, and neither enjoyed their company. That is, until after Narnia came about. Edmund was just upset it took a war for him to realize just how much Peter would do for him.
His thoughts were drawn away from Peter, as a small knock sounded at his door.
"Yes?" Edmund stood from his place at the window, facing the entrance to his room. A few moments after his response to the knock, just as Edmund was about to open the door himself, it opened ever so slightly. A head popped through, and it was clear to be Lucy, who soon after walked in and shut the door behind her.
Something was wrong, Edmund could just tell. Lucy never stayed quiet this long, not even if it was early in the morrow.
"Lu? Are you alright?" He asked as he led her to sit on the edge of his bed, kneeling down in front of her as she did so. She stayed silent for another minute or two, but Edmund was patient. Then finally; "you're going to be terribly mad, Ed." Lucy said sadly, looking at her hands which she had folded into her lap. Safe to say the young king was confused and curious. "How do you mean, Lucy? Come on, it's alright."
She still wouldn't say much, so Edmund broke the silence. "Lu, you're starting to worry me. Is this something we should wake Peter and Susan for?" He asked her.
Lucy finally looked at him and shook her head, before saying, exasperated; "oh Ed, I'm so incredibly sorry! I ruined your book! You trusted me with it, and Susan told me not to bring my satchel on a gathering trip, but I did it anyways!," she barely took a breath before continuing, "and of course Susan was right- Susan's always right- I dropped my satchel in the waters, soaking everything inside, including your book!". Edmund just lightly smiled sympathetically, but Lucy looked as though she might burst into tears. He grabbed her hands gently.
"It's alright, Lu. It's not as if you knew. Besides, books dry!" He reassured her.
"Tell you what," he made sure to look her in the eyes so she'd know he was truly not upset with her, "we don't even need to tell Susan. For all she knows, you were extremely careful with your satchel, and nothing happened! I'm not worried about the book, Lucy. You feel any better?" Lucy nodded in response, and for the rest of the morning, the two siblings talked and watched the sun rise over the trees and the mountaintops.
To anyone else, what Lucy was upset about may seem like something not to be worked up over at all. But it truly was to Lucy, she became horrified by a simple scratch on someone else's item. She believed if she is to be entrusted with something, that she take care of it. Such a quality is not something to think badly of; but to love.
That's one of the things Edmund loved about his sister; her care for the little things. He would always love his siblings.
Author's note: hey. Hi. How's it going? Yes. I'm writing a Narnia book. No. I'm not stopping my other book. No sir, there's a lonnnnnggg chapter in the making so be patient Xx
Let me know how you felt about this? First time with Narnia fanfiction, and Narnia was literally my whole childhood. Please review, vote, and have a nice day.
And no. I do not have the honor of owning ANYTHING about Narnia; the genius C.S. Lewis made Narnia, and all credit goes to him, the man who shaped my childhood.
