Hi, this is Readerfreak10. This was originally a point of view assignment for English class. I thought I should post it on fanfic. This is the Edmund retrieval scene from Jadis' point of view.
I, Imperial Majesty Jadis, Queen of Narnia, Chatelaine of Cair Paravel, Empress of the Lone Islands, am very, very upset. I had a son of Adam within my grasp, with the promise of soon making my way to his brother and sisters as well. Then that nuisance, Aslan, came to his rescue. They raided my soldiers' camp, and took him; not forgetting to massacre the few troops stationed there. Not that I am saddened by their death. If they allowed the siege to commence, they deserved to die. No icy tears will flow from my eyes. The traitor was mine by the laws of Deep Magic. I would simply make my case known and accept what was owed to me.
I held my nose up and took a long breath. It was getting warmer. My power over this place was fading fast. Something had to be done quickly. I was jostled briefly as my servants carried my great seat upon their shoulders. My head snapped to the side and my whip quickly cracked against their backs, leaving the promise of swift repercussion embedded in their skin. Another mistake such as that was not made for the rest of the journey to Aslan's camp, much to my satisfaction. We had finally arrived, and my revenge would be sweet.
I looked at the meager camp, my nose upturned. My eyes became level with those of the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve. A smirk found its way to my mouth. "You have a traitor in your midst Aslan," I said and was greeted with the silence of the camp. Aslan replied as expected, "His offence was not against you." My smirk only grew. "Have you forgotten the Deep Magic?" I asked, my voice sickly sweet. His face took on an expression of anger, and I almost laughed. "Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch. I was there when it was made." He nearly growled. "Then you will know the boy belongs to me. That boy will die at the Stone Table," I said pointing at the young human boy who had escaped me once, but would not do so a second time. His brother stood in front of him as if to protect him. The little fool was no match for my piercing gaze though. I quickly set him straight.
"You think that a simple threat will deny me my right, little king? Aslan knows that if I do not have blood as the law demands, all of Narnia will be overturned, and perish, in fire and water," I said feeling rather accomplished. Aslan contemplated for a moment which caused my smirk to fade. What was there to think about? Why didn't he just give me what was mine and be done with it? "Enough, I shall talk with you alone," He finally said. I was aghast and slightly afraid, but I did not let it show. I descended from my portable throne and entered the tent with him. We discussed something and an agreement was made.
I left the tent with an air of satisfaction rolling off of me in waves. This compromise was better than I expected. I could already feel the harsh chill of the winter that would ravage the lands once the deal was complete. "The Witch has denounced her claim on Edmund," Aslan announced once I had reached my throne. Before I sat down, I turned to him and asked the doubting question that had plagued me for the past few minutes, "How will I know your promise will be kept?" I was not sure if I could believe his word, for the compromise was too good to be true. Aslan, without hesitation, let out a roar that seemed to take the power out of me. The ground seemed to shake beneath my throne. I fell back onto my throne because of the fear that wrenched my knees. The Narnians who followed him all laughed at that.
As I was carried away, I was not filled with embarrassment or regret. Not at all.I actually let out a cold smile. For you see, they could laugh all they wanted, those Narnians. I had won something better than the life of Edmund. I won the death of Aslan.