"I feel charming
Oh, so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real"
-I Feel Pretty from West Side Story
"King Edmund, we have a problem," Mr. Tumnus said gravely.
Edmund sighed and threw his head against his throne. His crown protruded forward more, forcing his bangs further into his eyes.
"Queen Susan is feeling rather ill and Queen Lucy says she simply must have her hair braided," Tumnus explained timidly.
He needed to get this out quickly. Susan was ill and Peter was out on a horse ride. Little Lucy was never very difficult about much, but she was very finicky about her hair. Unless you were related to her Lucy would simply not allow you to touch her hair. And, well, she needed her hair done and Edmund was the only available Pevensie…
"Not to be rude, Mr. Tumnus, but can you please stop beating around the bush and get to the point please," Edmund requested.
"Queen Lucy would like you to braid her hair," Tumnus said in such a rush that Edmund was barely able to decipher his words.
"You've got to be joking," Edmund replied said slowly.
"I'm afraid not sir," Tumnus said sadly bowing.
Edmund sighed and got off of his throne and approached Tumnus, "Well then, you might as well lead the way."
Mr. Tumnus had led him to his younger sister's room. They entered through the large mahogany doors with flowers carved into them as a design. Lucy's hair was a dreadful mess. It seemed to frizz slightly and stick out in every which direction. It really was a sight. Edmund could barely contain his laughter.
"Joke it up Ed, but it's your mess to fix; Lucy grumbled, handing Edmund her hair brush.
He glared at the offending object and followed Lucy to her wooden vanity. Edmund could see her reflection in the mirror and she seemed to have a grimace and looked prepared to endure some type or painful torture process that may kill her.
"I'll be gentle; I promise," Edmund said. Unfortunately that title belonged to his other sister…
"Ouch! Edmund, be careful," Lucy shrieked, grabbing her head.
"Lu, the brush isn't even in your hair yet," Edmund argued.
"Oh, all right then," Lucy said cheerfully.
Edmund carefully placed the brush in her hair and stroked down. Lucy sighed in relief, glad that he hadn't yanked her head off. Yet, at least.
"You're not half bad at this, Ed. Do you know how to braid," Lucy asked.
Edmund paused with such an offended look on his face, "NO! I have absolutely no idea…"
"Phooey," Lucy said unhappily. Her cheeks puffed out.
"Sorry Lu," Edmund apologized sheepishly.
An evil glint appeared in Lucy's eye and spoke, "Oh its fine. I'll just need to get even…"
Not too much later Susan walked in Lucy's room intent on braiding Lucy's hair, even if it killed her. She completely forgot about her mission the second she stepped in. There was Edmund, her brooding younger brother, sitting on Lucy's bed Indian style with pink, purple, white, and blue bows sticking out of his hair.
She walked over and joined her sister in braiding and making Edmund's hair look pretty. After all, who needed Lucy's hair when Edmund seemed to be willing?
Oh yes, Edmund certainly must feel pretty. Ha-ha. I only have one more thing to say; Lucy FTW!
Disclaimer: C. S. Lewis owns everything here. Yada, yada, yada I wish I owned Edmund…