Hello Readers! Thank you so much for choosing to read this fanfiction!

This story is completely unrelated to any of my other Narnia ones, but you'll find that the Edmund you know and love is still the same.

As always, I don't own Narnia, the characters, or any of that good stuff. But, this story, Rebecca, and Edmund's Matchmaking Corporation are mine! Mwahahaha!

Enjoy!

King Edmund the…Matchmaker?

The council meeting had finally ended, and all of the Cair Paravel royals had never been happier than when they were finally able to close those large wooden doors behind them. Although there were several members of the council who were delightful, there were others who were trying, and a few who were the most difficult people the Pevensies had ever had the misfortune to cross paths with.

The Pevensie siblings retreated to their private sitting room, and sighed in relief. Peter grabbed a thick novel and settled in his chair. Susan picked up her needlepoint, seating herself across from her older brother. Lucy sat down at a table to resume her puzzle. Edmund strolled over to the window and looked out upon the stormy sea.

They went about their business in a congenial silence, until Edmund suddenly stated, "You know, I think the council was onto something."

"You're right – I should let them exile you to Calormen," said Peter, not even bothering to look up from his book.

Susan sent Peter a glare and Lucy broke out into a fit of giggles.

Edmund rolled his eyes. "I'm not talking about their 'solution' to getting rid of me! I'm talking about you getting a wife!"

As the book fell from Peter's hands, he looked up at his brother. "What did you just say?"

"They have a point – you need someone. Someone who can show you how to actually enjoy life instead of being king all of the time!"

"I do know how to enjoy life – I do all sorts of things that I like! I…I'm reading this book, for one thing!"

Edmund walked over and picked up the book. "Oh, yes, like this riveting read! The History of Narnian Alliances. Peter, I rest my case!"

"Edmund, there is absolutely no way that I am ever going to get married!"

"Why?" Susan asked.

"Look at our family! Do you really want to put another person through this?"

Laughing, Lucy exclaimed, "I can see it now! As a way of welcoming Peter's fiancée to the family, Ed would decide to 'accidentally' take her down to the dungeons, and tell her all sorts of falsehoods to scare her out of her wits."

"Or he'd tell her that Peter was already married with six kids," sighed Susan.

Edmund's jaw dropped. "Su, since when do you take sides against me? Me? Your incredibly kind, wonderful, sweet brother?"

Edmund then began for the door.

"Oh, come now, don't leave in a huff," Susan sighed.

Edmund looked at her. "Oh, no. I'm not leaving because of that! I'm going to talk to someone about getting files on all of the single ladies in the kingdom so we can do a search."

Lucy beamed. "Oh! It's going to be like Cinderella! How romantic!"

"Yeah, with the exception of the Prince Charming. No offense, Pete, but you aren't exactly Prince Charming material."

Peter glared at his brother as he scurried away.

Lucy walked into Edmund's study. "Hey, Eddy!"

"Lucy, for the 888th time, it's Ed. Edmund or Ed!"

She shrugged, plopping down into a chair. "Sure, sure. Anyway, why are you trying to match Peter?"

"Lucy? Do I have to go through this again? Fine. It's because he is so serious all the time."

"That's something you'll never be."

Edmund rolled his eyes.

"So, what are you planning?"

"I'm just going to find him the right girl and then give him a little nudge in the right direction."

"Ed, be careful. Your idea of a nudge is a monstrous tackle. We don't need Pete to hate us!"

"Us? Where do you come into it?"

"Well, since most of your plans include me, I figured that you'd want the help."

"Lucy, remind me to name my first son after you."

Lucy furrowed her brow. "Edmund, do you realize what you just said?"

"I was trying to be funny. Sheesh! No sense of humor! Anyway, I need you to help me find a nice, pretty, young girl for Pete!"

"I take it that all mean, ugly, old ones are disqualified."

"Droll. Very droll."

The door swung open, and Peter walked in. Seeing the mountain of file folders on his brother's desk, he groaned. "You aren't seriously going through with this?"

"Edmund's Matchmaking Corporation will never give up!" he declared.

"What did I ever do to deserve this? Is it because I made you wear that coat when we first got here?"

"Pete, your happiness is important to me! If you are happy, then I am happy!"

"Touching. What's the real reason?"

Edmund slapped his hands onto his desk. "I want to be an uncle!"

"What?"

"You heard me! I want to have a bunch of little kids running around here to corrupt! As soon as I have you hitched I'm moving on to Susan."

"I'll be sure to tell her what she has to look forward to in the future."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Come," called Edmund.

A castle maid by the name of Rebecca walked in, carrying a tray of tea and sweets.

"Yes! Finally! Just set it down anywhere," Edmund commanded.

Rebecca set the tray down on the one clear area on his desk before leaving.

"Thank you, Rebecca," Peter said.

She nodded her head. "It is nothing, sire. Will that be all?"

"Yes."

The door was hardly closed behind her before Edmund bolted up. "You know her name, Pete?"

"Yes…oh no! Edmund, just because I happen to know her name, don't you dare go on about matching me with her!"

Edmund shrugged, sitting back down, as Peter left.

Lucy looked at her older brother once they were sure Peter was gone. "Do you want me to do some research on her?"

"That's what I pay you for!"

"But you don't pay me!"

"Oh, details, details. The most important thing is that we maintain the reputation of Edmund's Matchmaking Corporation, and help losers like him get girls!"

"I'll tell him you said that."

"Whatever. Just make sure that you don't blow this! I can't afford to have my successful couples rate lowered to 99% and lose customers to that rinky little establishment in Tashbaan!"

"I'm on it – don't worry."

Edmund sat back in his chair. "One day, all of this meddling is bound to pay off!"

"I hope so!"

"Lucy!"

"Right! I'm going! I'm going!"

As the door closed, Edmund grabbed a piece of paper, scrawling Get Pete a Wife or Bust on the top. "Oh, man, is this ever going to be a blast!"

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