HAI. Okay ~ So I found this story buried under a pile of documents - unfinished. It seemed good enough to pick up again and I hope you like it :) It's AU EdmundxLucy and there's also some angsty and hurt/comfort Peter/Susan and also there's some flashback Susan/Caspian :) I have some OCs here, that are members of Lucy and Edmund's families. Oh, and Lucy is fifteen here and Edmund is 17 and there might also be some AU behavior of them~. And sadly, I do not own the Chronicles of Narnia. I only own my OCs.

ChapterOne: Family Woes (Lucy)

My dreams were quite pleasant, a magical land with many interesting creatures – and a dark person. I could tell he was a boy, by the way he carried himself, but every time I have come to almost seeing him, I wake up.

Right now, I was very disgruntled that my older sister, Catherine, woke me up, when I was dreaming that certain dream, when I could almost see his face.

"Mmmphh" I said, burying myself in my covers more. I hoped that Catherine would leave and let me be, but she stayed where she was, next to my bed.

"Lucy, wake up. We're going to call on the Harlingtons today" Catherine poked my shoulder. I pretended that I was still sleeping.

"Lucy"

I groaned and slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. You can't bargain with Catherine when she uses that tone of voice. Catherine flashed me her triumphant smile and flounced over to the armoire, where I put all my clothes.

"Get dressed" she said briskly, as she sorted through my day dresses, "We shall leave in two hours"

I washed my face from the wash basin I place in my side table, and then dried my face, "Is Father going to come?" I asked tentatively.

Catherine's face clouded over, "No…." she said slowly, "Mother said that Father still has some work to do" she placed the clothes she prepared for me on my bed, "I shall see you in an hour" she smiled at me and left the room, but it was not one of her real smiles.

I sighed as I took off my nightgown and put on my clothes, I regretted asking Catherine that question, for it only troubles as all. My father is Sir Peter Pevensie, and my mother is Lady Susan Gently, from what Grandmother tells me, Father and Mother were good friends when they were children and adolescents, and eventually they fell in love and got married and had us.

But the love is mostly gone now, I thought sadly as I combed my hair. It is an unspoken truth that Mother has a lover, and I know Father has been deeply hurt and humiliated because of it. Who the lover is, I do not know, and neither do my other siblings. I think Father knows though, but he just doesn't want to share it with us. They have grown distant over the years, and there are even some rumors when Mother is carrying a child, that is not our father's child.

I left my hair loose, like I always do, and took my coat and gloves that were hanging on a hook. I then left my room, walking down the long hallway and going down the spiral staircase where we used to play in when we were younger. Although when Mother found out, she scolded us from playing there, as she said it was dangerous.

When I reached the family parlor, my little sister, Gael, was sitting on the tall mahogany chair with maroon slip covers, we often regard it as Father's chair, as it is where he always sits and smokes his pipe when we gather together after dinner.

"Good morning Gael" I smiled at her, suddenly, I noticed that her eyes were red and her cheeks were wet. She was already dressed for calling, but it was getting mussed because she was curled up in the big chair. "Gael! Whatever is wrong?" I asked with concern as I sat down on the settee next to the chair, grabbing my sister's hand and squeezing it.

Gael sniffled, "Mama and Papa fought again" she whispered softly. "And then Papa left, and he said Mama would be better off moving out of our house and live with –" her eyes grew wide, "he called Mama's lover a bad name"

My face clouded over, I was certainly worried, as to the degree Mother and Father's fights have reached, not caring if either one of their children are in the room, I forced a smile, "Don't worry, Gael, Father most likely didn't mean it" I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket and gave it to her, "Here"

She smiled a watery smile and proceeded to blot the tears on her face away. When she gave me back the handkerchief, her face suddenly became anxious, "Will Mama truly leave? Oh, Lucy! Nothing's been right ever since….." Gael trailed off.

I knew what she was talking about of course, it was only four years ago, when I was eleven, when everything came crashing down on us. We used to have an almost perfect family life, until….until that scandal arrived. Father used to have a gardener, Miraz, and his wife, Prunaprismia, was Mother's chamber maid. She was the only one who knew about Mother's bedroom affairs. But Miraz got fired – Prunaprismia got mad, and spread the rumor about. Mother admitted the truth to Father, and he seemed to forgive her, but they became quite cold to each other.

Nothing really changed much with our relationship with Mother, well, except for Catherine and our oldest sister, Anne. They have a much cooler and awkward relationship with Mother since then. Anne is married now, to Sir Leopold Ryans, and they're expecting their first child now. Anne rarely ever visits now, claiming she's ever so busy, but when she uses that excuse, she and Catherine always exchange a look.

Anne and Catherine were very close, even if they have a gap of four years. Now that she's married, Catherine often talks and keeps me company now, whether it's for gossip, reassurance, or just plain anything, but she hasn't been talking about what she and Anne were speculating about. I zoned out of Lucy World and tried to smile at Gael, "Don't worry, Gael, everything's going to be alright"

I didn't even believe what I was saying.

"Promise?" Gael whispered.

"Nothing can be promised from what you want now, Gael" we heard Catherine's grave voice. We didn't notice her enter the room. She looked beautiful as always, with her blonde hair braided to the side, but her face was pale and serious.

Gael whimpered softly and Catherine softened, "Gael, honestly, life isn't just ups and downs, there's also middles, uncertain times, life is not always like fairytales with happy endings or bad endings" she said as she sat down next to me.

"Catherine's right, Gael" I said with a smile that looked a lot more like a grimace.

Gael nodded slowly.

"Why the long faces girls?" I turned sharply to see Mother walk into the room, carrying her parasol. Mother is very pretty, with dark brown hair that reaches almost to her feet. I can see why Father fell in love with her, and why other men did too.

Catherine put out a happy face and smiled, "Nothing, Mother. Shall we go now?"

Mother looked slightly suspicious but nodded, "Alright then. Come on now" Mother led us to the front door and into the carriage waiting for us in the lawn. Gael went in first, then Mother, me and Catherine was last.

The ride to the Harlingtons was uneventful, Mother tried to make small talk but Catherine squashed out every attempt. She has been cold to Mother for a long time. I sighed as I settled myself into the seat.

The Harlingtons were a nice bunch, and I so hoped that this visit would be a nice one.

If I only knew how wrong I was.

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