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Summary: Edmund's rescue was never part of the plan, but Jadis couldn't help but enjoy the irony.
A Queen's Triumph
A setback, to be sure, but a minor one, and one that will perhaps make my eventual victory all the sweeter, in the end.
The Narnians may have rescued the younger Son of Adam, but he is still a traitor to his own blood, and by the sacred laws laid down at the dawn of time, all traitors belong to me.
Yes, let him be reunited with his weak-willed siblings. Let them reconcile, and embrace each other, and begin to believe that all will be well. It will only make their despair all the greater when they discover that there is nothing they can do to save him, and that for all of their efforts, he is still condemned to death.
Perhaps I can even convince them to feel guilty for it, to feel as though they had failed not only their brother, but all of Narnia, who had been counting on the Prophecy of the Four Thrones. After all, as powerful as I am, I cannot make people feel as they do, only enhance what is already there. Tumnus wanted to live without fear, and thus became my spy. Edmund wanted to prove that he was just as good as his brother, and yet loved his siblings enough that he did not want to leave them entirely. I promised that they could be part of his court, yet still beneath him, and he became mine.
But Adam was always weak, and his descendants no better. I often think that my Ancestress, his first wife, Lilith, never did anything so well as to leave him, creating a race of strong rulers, of which I am the last and the greatest.
Aslan will try to step in and save the Son of Adam, and when he fails, the Narnians will lose faith in their 'Great King'. If Aslan should offer himself as a sacrifice in the boy's place – a weak point for me to exploit – then the Lion will be dead, and the same end will be achieved, as the Sons of Adam will be persuaded to fight me anyway, and with so little training, it will be easy for me to kill them.
It is safe for me to resume my own form now, with Edmund and the Narnians now well away, which is a relief. I despise hiding, and even the dumbest of creatures will know that something is wrong when a boulder starts laughing.
Enjoy the company of your kin whilst you can, Edmund, Son of Adam, for your death, and my victory, approaches on swift wings.
Narnia will be mine as soon as your blood stains the Stone Table, and not even Aslan himself will be able to stop me.
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A/N: Based off an English Assignment that my Year Seven students had to do: two separate monologues on the same event, but from different perspectives. Perhaps I will do Edmund's perspective at a later date, if I get enough encouragement. Either way, I'd like to know what you think of the White Witch's thoughts.
Thanks,
Nat