I do not own Edmund or the Chronicles of Narnia, however Abigail is my own character. This is not canon, as it ignores the events of The Last Battle. I like to imagine that if Edmund were to grow up, he would take the lessons from Narnia back with him and choose a considerably noble career path. So here ya go! Hope you enjoy!

Edmund POV

"What were you thinking? That was stupid and you could have gotten yourself seriously hurt," I admonished Abigail, a little girl I had brought back to my office with me. I had been headed to the hospital from the subway when I saw her in a fight with 2 young men who had to have been at least 14. After I had gotten rid of the two older boys, I had carried her to the hospital so that I could bandage up the cuts and bruises she had received while fighting. It was my nature as a king and now as a doctor to take care of her rather than just leaving her like someone else would have.

"I know it was stupid. It's just habit," she said, flinching as I stuck a needle into her arm to numb a particularly deep cut that would need stitches.

"So what, you lash out and start fights with kids five or six years older than you frequently?" I asked sarcastically, not expecting the answer I received.

"Kinda."

I stopped what I was doing out of shock. Her bright hazel eyes met mine. "Why? Why would you do that? Do you not realize how dangerous that is?"

"I know it's dangerous. But I hate being treated like a child," she said in a soft whisper, as if she were telling me a secret.

"Well going off and getting into fights like that is acting childish," I said, putting a little too much pressure on an open wound, and making her cry out in pain. "I'm sorry." I began stitching up the largest cut with sutures as she spoke.

"I haven't always been treated like a baby. Now all of a sudden, I'm treated like a baby all the time. Surely you know what that's like Edmund." I was taken aback. Although I had asked for her name before carrying her here, I did not disclose my name to her. I found it surprising that she knew who I was. My name wasn't visible anywhere in my office…

"How did you know my name? I don't recall telling you my name,"

"Oh no, you didn't. But I recognized you as soon as I saw you. You're one of the four kings and queens from the golden age of Narnia, King Edmund the Just," she said using my proper title which I hadn't heard since leaving Aslan's country.

"How do you know of Narnia?"

"I was a princess there shortly after your reign. My father and I both ended up in Narnia and he became king and I became the princess. I learned about you and your siblings in my lessons."

"You are not in Narnia anymore Abigail, you are in England. And although every Narnian from that day forward will remember you as being their princess, in England you are no different from the people on the streets every day. You will go back eventually, but you can't get yourself into trouble continuously until that happens."

"I guess this is why I was only a princess," she mumbled. "I'm not mature enough to be a queen."

"I wasn't exactly mature at first either. Just don't get yourself into trouble, Abby."