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Peter was lying awake about a month after his coronation. He couldn't get to sleep, not because of nightmares; he got rid of them weeks ago, but of Edmund. Edmund never smiled, played with Lucy, all he did was study.
Edmund was in the library day on and day out, only coming out to do his Kingly duties. And to practice his swordsmanship, which he did religiously.
When Peter tried to approach Edmund with his concern, he was blown off. Edmund usually aid that it was nothing and was going to bed. Though he didn't look like he slept much. There were big bags under his eyes. And he walked around in a daze.
This was his little brother he was talking about. If something was happening to him, he had the right to know. He needed to know.
Peter shot upwards in bed when he heard a crash in the other room. Edmund's room. Peter quickly got out of bed, and rushed out of his of his room into the corridor. He jogged the short distance into Edmund's room, he found Edmund there in a fit. He was literally rolling around the bed, hitting it and muffling screams in his pillow.
Peter walked slowly over there, almost afraid that he'd scare his brother, and sat on the edge of the bed. He stretched his arm, unconsciously, and his hand was on Edmund's shoulder, shaking it. Edmund stopped and looked up. He looked into Peter's eyes for a moment and smiled. When he didn't smile back he let it go, sighed, and sat up.
"What's up?" Edmund asked casually.
Peter raised an eyebrow. Edmund tried to smile again but instead broke out sobbing. Peter, not knowing what else to do, lifted Edmund up and sat him down in his lap. Edmund cried into Peter's chest, messing up his night-shirt.
Peter rubbed his back and whispered "Shhh, everything's going to be fine, cry if you need to. Everything's going to be ok." Eventually he did stop but didn't get off Peter's lap. He just sat there, staring off into space. Peter didn't feel pressured into saying anything, but was still uncomfortable not.
"Are you alright now?" Peter asked uncomfortably.
Edmund didn't answer the question, but asked on of his own. "Am I ever going to forget?"
Peter knew exactly what he was talking about. "No" he answered simply.
Edmund sighed and moved to get off Peter. But Peter didn't let him go. He clung on tight to him, which made Edmund star at him.
"Please, for my sake more than yours?" Peter smiled.
Edmund laid his heads on Peter's shoulder.
"You, know, you shouldn't forget. That wouldn't help, it changed you. But you should let go, no one can hold on to those memories and not go insane." Peter said, not realizing what he was saying was wisdom well beyond his years.
"I'm trying Peter, it's just so hard." Edmund said.
"I know." Peter said.