A/N: A drabble about Edmund, mainly based around "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe"
Disclaimer: I don't own The Chronicles of Narnia.
The Just
I thought what I'd done was unforgivable. But Aslan told me it was in the past, that I was forgiven.
I thought I would have to die, that that horrid woman would kill me. But Aslan convinced her to renounce her claim on my blood.
I thought we'd lose the battle. She kept turning our troops into stone. But I realized our folly, and I destroyed her wand.
Now, I am a King. I rule with my sisters, under our brother, the High King. After all I'd done I never thought I would really become king…
King Edmund, the Just.