This story takes place in Narnia, between LWW and Prince Caspian.

Edmund: 15

Peter: 18

Lucy: 13

Susan: 17

CHAPTER ONE

PRINCESS TIARA

"EDMUND!" a voice yelled. The black-haired boy whirled around to see High King Peter stomping towards him, and Edmund's heart hammered.

Earlier he had played a prank on his brother, and he knew Peter would react this way. But it was so hilarious, Edmund couldn't hold back

a grin at what he had accomplished. He turned around and pushed his way through the servants of Cair Paravel, hoping Peter wouldn't notice -

"EDMUND YOU GET BACK HERE!" the dirty-blond king hollered. Edmund felt his pace quicken as he made his way through the people.

Crap, Edmund thought to himself. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Peter's bound to get me back anyways. Still totally worth it.

He stopped and turned to look at Peter, who was gaining on him fast. He looked simply furious. Oh dear Aslan, he's holding a sword! That was Edmund's cue to run.

He took off into a sprint, managing to knock over only a FEW things, (to which he thought he saw Lucy), and ran into a dead end. He whirled around, hoping

Peter was gone, but instead he saw his brother coming towards him very assuredly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a frustrated Lucy walking up to him with her hands on her hips and dirt all over her royal dress.

No, not now, Lu, he thought grumpily. "I do say, Edmund, you've knocked over all of my-" Lucy began exasperatedly when Edmund had a brilliant idea.

"SHIELD ME!" he said, pushing Lucy in front of him. "What? What are you doing?!" she demanded, struggling as he held her in front of him.

"Ed, I can still see you," Peter said impatiently when he reached them. Lucy tucked a lock of brown hair behind her ear. "He's acting weird again, Peter,

do we need to put him on that prescription-" "NOT THE PRESCRIPTION!" Edmund hollered, cowering down. Lucy looked startled.

"No, I'll take care of him," Peter said with a forced smile. "Go along, Lu." She rolled her eyes and nodded after glaring at Edmund.

"Hey! What's up?" Edmund grinned sheepishly. Peter sighed. His brother was usually a very calm and intelligent person,

but sometimes Edmund would get into these 'moods' where all he wanted to do was scheme. "You have a nice sword there," Edmund complimented

nervously. "Very . . . sharp."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "That's what swords are supposed to be," he said mockingly. Awkward silence. "Come with me now," Peter said, starting to take Edmund

by the hand. "NO!" Edmund yelled, stomping on Peter's foot. "Ed!" Peter exclaimed as Edmund searched for an escape route. The window! he thought instantly.

We're just outside the courtyard. If I could just - he leaped onto the wall and stumbled for a loose foothold, pulling himself up onto the high window.

Dang, the window is rusted shut, Edmund thought, ignoring Peter as he tugged at the glass. He looked down and panicked when Peter yelled for Lucy to come back.

"LU! I REALLY DO THINK HE'S GONE MENTAL THIS TIME! GO GET THE PRESCRIPTION! AND THE GUARDS!" Peter shouted.

"No!" Edmund exclaimed, and, thinking fast, smashed the glass. It broke under his fists and he felt a minor pain, but he didn't care, and he darted off the ledge.

"EDMUND!" Peter screamed as the raven-haired boy slipped into soft, cool grass. He grinned to himself and turned, taking off into the woods. No doubt

Peter would lead a search party after him, but that was the best part, wasn't it?

He felt like a sneaky secret agent as he hurried through the thick trees. Edmund the Just got into trouble again, this time with the High King Peter, he

thought, feeling entirely pleased with himself as he ran down the trail, his shoes crunching the leaves underneath him.

Edmund walked on making his own path. He knew these woods like the back of his hand, and he greeted a few trees here and there as he moved along.

He thought no more of anything but pride in himself for coming up with such an amazing prank.

What he did? Well, that's a long story. He had snuck into the throne room, where Peter was supposedly having a meeting.

When Peter came in, Edmund had, extremely carefully, switched Peter's crown off his head and replaced it with a little pink princess tiara. He then very

quietly exited and waited by the door to hear the excellent reactions later on.

"Ahem . . . your majesty . . ." he heard a voice say awkwardly and he grinned like the Cheshire Cat. "Is something wrong, Lord Octius?" Peter asked, sounding

annoyed.

Edmund had to bite his hand to keep from laughing. "No," said Lord Octius, sounding suspectful. "Nothing at all."

"Then let's begin," Peter said, poising arrogantly. He looked so stupid that Edmund thought he was going to bite his hand off if he stayed there any longer, and he

quickly retreated to his room,

where he cackled his head off to the point where Susan had to come in and check if he had a fever. They constantly did this whenever

he was in one of his 'moods'; they always suspected he got drunk or something, to which he usually replied, "I'm not drunk! I'm only fifteen!"

Ah, yes. The life of Edmund Pevensie.

He seemed to be going on for a long time when he heard a noise off to the left and stopped dead cold in his tracks. The sounds of hooves and voices. Peter's ALREADY

got a search party? Dumb bloke,

he thought irritatedly. The hooves' noise got closer and he panicked, searching for something hide in or behind.

The trees! he thought immediately. He jumped up and hauled himself into a tree, gripping a low one upside down and gritting his teeth.

The hooves were incredibly loud now. It sounded like a stampede or something, causing Edmund to worry.

The hooves stopped directly behind him and he heard some other noise. Uh oh, that sounds like . . . "Edmund?" a voice said.

Peter looked up at the upside-down Edmund with an amused smirk, getting down from his horse. "Hiding, are we?"

"No. I normally give trees hugs whenever I go through the woods," Edmund said sarcastically. "They absolutely love it."

"Get down," Peter scorned, unable to help the slight hint of laughter in his voice. Edmund sighed but did as told, slipping down the trunk.

When he looked up, his jaw nearly fell to the ground. Now Peter looked extremely entertained. "Really, Pete?!"

Before the two boys was a 'search party' large enough to be an army. Insanity, he thought. His brother wanted to embarrass him, didn't he? The army guffawed

at his twitching expression.

"What am I going to do with you?" Edmund hissed. Peter shot up an eyebrow. "Seriously? What are YOU going to do with ME?" he said.

"Yes. Maybe next time you should go for a witch hat instead of a princess tiara," Edmund seethed unhappily. "Speaking of which," Peter declared.

"Eelme, Radhden, take Edmund back to the castle. He has a death sentence to fulfill."

"A WHAT?!" Edmund alarmed. "Only joking," Peter said, grinning. "But please take him to spend the night in the dungeons."

The two guards Eelme and Radhden took Edmund's arms. "You're kidding about that one too, right?" Edmund guessed.

"Nope! Take him away," Peter smirked. "What! You can't do that! I'm a king too, you know!" Edmund complained as the guards dragged him off.

Peter sighed and rubbed his temples. Strange, strange Edmund.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

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