tragedy in my fantasy, a chronicles of narnia fanfic

tragedy in my fantasy

for enamel-hearts

thanks for introducing me to how wonderful the

Chronicles of Narnia archive can really be

The sin of the moment for Edmund Pevensie is envy. He is envious of everyone; of Peter, the oldest; Susan, the mother; Lucy, the innocent; and the Queen, the most cunning. He is Edmund Pevensie, and he is nothing. He is the dirt on one's shoe that shall be brushed away.

Peter shall be head of his own family one day, and Susan as well. Perhaps Lucy shall become a nun, and walk with God. The Queen shall forever rule her world, with prosperity and youth. He shall forever be alone.

At the moment, it is the worst thing on this Earth.

"You shall be my king." Her voice haunts him; reminds him of his failure; whispers that he will always be the weakest of all.

"Of course, my queen."

At one time Edmund Pevensie believed that Jadis, the White Witch, was the most ethereal beauty in all of Narnia. Now, he knows better.

For she is a dictator, cruel and ruthless, and she has played his heart for too long.

Edmund Pevensie no longer eats Turkish delight, after drowning his sorrow in it.

Note: It's quite terrible, really. I'll write you a new, better one sometime, enamel : )

Btw, I accidently put "Edward" instead of "Edmund", and then I caught myself D :