"Ed! Ed!"
Edmund Pevensie groaned. His sisters were looking for him to help plan the Autumn Festival. He'd been hiding in a cupboard in the royal kitchens for the past hour and no one had discovered him yet.
"Oh Ed, there you are! I've been looking all over for you. Didn't you hear me calling?"
Uh oh, he'd spoken, or thought, too soon.
"Oh, Hi Lucy. Sorry I didn't hear you," Edmund lied to his younger sister.
And with that, the younger Pevensie dragged her unwilling brother off. First on the list was outfit fitting. Narnia's autumn festival was tomorrow, and, as King, Edmund was expected to wear something smart.
After the fitting, which involved Edmund being poked and prodded for the better half of an hour, Lucy and Ed continued on through the castle till they reached High King Peter's, or Peter Pevensie as other people knew him, office.
"Oh no, what are we doing here Luce?" questioned Edmund suspiciously.
"Pete has some...matters which require your urgent assistance." She teased as she pushed Ed through the door of the High King's office.
"Please Luce, please," pleaded Edmund. But to no avail as she shut the door in his face.
Ed knew what coming next, letters from... them. Ed unconsciously shivered just thinking about it.
"Well then Ed shall we get on with it?" chuckled Peter with a cheeky gleam in his eye.
Ed sighed, might as well get it over with.
The letters were from potential suitors from neighbouring countries. Edmund, even though he hated doing this, was grateful he wasn't Peter, whose stack of letters was twice as large as Edmunds.
It was days like these that Ed was glad Peter was the better looking of the two brothers. Not that Ed was amazingly gorgeous, he just wasn't as amazingly gorgeous as High King Peter. While Peter had golden locks, bright blue eyes, tanned skin, was quite tall, quite broad and had girls swooning over him, Edmund had ebony hair, deep, dark eyes, very pale skin, very tall, lean and was usually overlooked by the ladies visiting Cair Paravel.
But tomorrow, he wouldn't be overlooked at the festival. All the royals had a part to play and King Edmund had to perform a dance with the other Pevensie's.
Oh Ed was so looking forward to the festival, not.