King Edmund the Just of Narnia,

I would like to apologize for all the dreadful things my Mother Jadis, the White Witch of Narnia, has done to the creatures of Narnia and Narnia as a whole.

I write this letter to you and not your siblings because I know of the things that has happened to you. I know your story, which is much grander than theirs. I was there when my Mother held you captive. It was me who would order the Dwarf to give you food and water – not the White Witch. I am sorry that I could never set you free. I knew if I did that my Mother would hunt you down and kill you without a single thought. The night that the Narnians came and rescued you – that was the night I planned to release you.

Now, I know that you most likely do not trust me. I can do nothing to change that, I am afraid. That feeling will forever be with you, but I swear upon Aslan (who has come to me in a dream) that I will do all that I can to make things right.

You see, Aslan came to me thrice within my life time. The first time was to worn me that four children, Two Daughters of Eve and Two Sons of Adam, would be coming to Narnia and that I must protect them. The second time He came to me was to tell me that you, King Edmund, would be prisoner of my Mother and that I must do all in my power to keep you alive to fulfill the prophecy. The third time that Aslan came to me, He told me to write you this letter. He said that I must make up for the horrible things my Mother has done. And so I awoke with great haste and quickly started to write this letter to you. Aslan told me that I would either be accepted by you and your siblings, or I would be cast away and be sent to my death. I fear neither, King Edmund, for I can no longer feel.

The choice is yours, King Edmund the Just.

If you wish to find me (which I am sure that you will) I will be at the shore of Cair Paravel for three days. You can only find me from the eight in the 'noon to ten in the 'noon. I have two weapons (a dagger and a sword) which I will strap to my Horse (which is, in fact, a Talking Horse of Narnia). Upon your arrival, she will walk towards you carrying my weapons and when she is in ear-shot, she will call to you in peace.

You may bring whomever you so wish, whether it be a thousand members of your strongest army, or just your siblings. Even if you come alone with naught but a Horse – whether he is a dumb beast or a Talking Beast, I have no care. My reaction to you will be no different. I shan't fight you, nor insult you. I shall simply stand aside, waiting for you.

I do not fear you, King Edmund. I do not fear your siblings. I do not fear your army. I do not fear the creatures of Narnia. My sole fear is Aslan, and I shall always do the things he has said for me to do. You may or may not trust me, but that is not for me to decide. I look forward to meeting you, King Edmund.

Sincerely, Blaire – the Daughter of the White Witch