A/N: I know this isn't an update to Nightslayer, but this plot bunny would not leave me alone.
Shafelm belongs to elecktrum.
Night of the Vile
I slammed hard onto the cold stone floor, my hands and face bleeding. I picked myself up onto my knees and shook some of my sweat and blood matted hair from from my eyes. I stared in fear at the two figures seated upon the Royal Dais. A voice spoke. It was cold, seething in restrained anger.
"Sir Martin Cordial-taker, you are charged with the assault and murder of our royal sisters, Queen Susan the Gentle and Queen Lucy the Valiant. How do you plead?"
I breathed hard, shivering against the coldness of the room.
"Guilty."
As the word left my lips it sounded like a soft whisper, echoing from far away. Edmund stood, terrible in his wrath, as Peter remained seated, knuckles white against the arms of his throne.
"Then your sentence is immediate death."
His footsteps rang through the room like the beating of a judge's gavel. I cowered in fear, and bowed my head as he came closer. Wait! I was not guilty! The Monster had made me do it. But no, I had obeyed him. Aslan forgive me, I had enjoyed obeying him.
I saw the boots stop to my left, and heard the familiar ring of steel as Shafelm was loosed from its scabbard. The blade rose up high.
"Justice!" Edmund shouted out as the blade came down.
I slammed hard onto the cold stone floor, my hands scraped and face bleeding. I was covered in cold sweat, and I dared not raise my head.
"Martin?"
Slowly, oh so slowly, my head rose up. I recognised that voice. It was Edmund.
"Martin? Are you alright? I heard your screams all the way down the hall. That must have been an awful nightmare."
A nightmare? Thank the Lion! I slumped against the bed frame as tears of relief streamed down my cheeks.
A/N: And so Martin's worst nightmare ends. I'm not sure where this little plot bunny began, but I hope you enjoyed it. :)
God bless,
-AoR