RCA: Seems short because it is. Just a tiny edning bit here. Originally just one chappie. But a got badgered by my friends long enough to make this chapter. Enjoy.
Chapter 2-
Lucy woke the next day, feeling slightly happier. She and Edmund had come to a conclusion, when he became High King, banish the first rule and the Royal Decree. Well, today was said day and Lucy awoke in her brothers bed. She often slept here from her nightmares but hardly woke to Edmund still with her. He was here today, holding her waist and humming a love song. She smiled and sighed happily.
"Good morning, sister." He said seductivly. She winked at him and sat up, stretching her arms warmly. He grabbed her around her mid-torso area and pulled her into a hug. She giggled loudly and slipped out of the embrace, pulled on her robe and waved to her brother.
"See you soon." She whispered, her hand on the doornob.
"Where are you off to?" He asked, pouting.
"Don't you worry your little head, I shall see you soon, dear one." Lucy giggled, slipping out of the room and to her own. She pulled off her nightclothes and slipped on a dress that hugged her curves and made her irrisistable. It was a pale white, a golden sash tied around the waist, matching golden heels. Although you couldn't see the heels with the dress length, it fell to the floor, pooling around her feet. She pulled on her silk gloves, the ones that reached her elbows. The top of the dress was v-cut to her belly button, a gold undershirt comming up through it, but it was a strapless dress. (A/N: Think Susan's dress in Prince Caspian with no sleeves and longer. No blue, but gold and pale white). She met Edmund in the hallway, he was wearing the male version of her outfit, colors the same. Pants instead of a dress. Shoes instead of heels. His arms met hers and they wrapped their arms together, meeting the crowd to announce the death of their siblings and the marriage of one lovely Lucy Pevense. They came to the balcony, the crowd was slient at their presence.
"I am announcing the deaths of King Peter and Queen Susan of late last night. They didn't suffer, to our knowlege, and we are very sad." Edmund paused, Lucy took a deep breath, "But I am pleased to announce the marriage of Queen Lucy to anyone I see fit to have her hand." The crowd cheered and several teenaged males ran out of the castles announcing area, getting ready to ask for Lucy's hand. Of course they wern't actually human, they were fawnes. Edmund resented his choice of announcments, but stuck to it, stayed with Lucy through the five and a half hours of:
"It would be an honor, Queen Lucy, if you took me as your husband."
And:
"Please, my dearest Queen, I can provide for you and our children. Just get the guards off of me!"
And:
"Lucy, marry me."
Lucy didn't like any of them, none at all.
"I know you hate them all, but choose one." Edmund said later that week, they were getting their horses sattled up for a ride.
"I cannot possibly. They are all hideous and rude and self centered." She said dramatically, throwing her leg over the horse, Edmund doing the same, and galloping out of the stables.
"I'm just saying, Lu." Was all Edmund said before following her into the forest, to the middle of a clearing. To nowhere.
"Lucy! Where are we?" He asked. She was looking around for something from a dream, or a dream of a dream, so called.
"Hang on, Ed. I know where we are." She said, smiling. She got off her horse, leading him to a patch of grass, which he grazed on happily. Edmund led Phillip, his horse, over to Lucy's and followed her as she wove her way through trees and vines. She finally found a very thin tree and pushed away the vines. She smiled, ehr heart against her chest, beating rapidly.
"Spare Oom." She said firmly, smiling. She ran off to the thick trees to find them coats, not trees. She found the wood of the door and pushed it open. She felt the warmth of the floor and looked up to see no one. She felt her heart hit rock bottom.
"Lucy?" Edmund asked, himself twelve again. Lucy was eleven once more, only this time, it was for real. She felt the tears in her eyes.
"Where are they?" She asked, her cheeks wettening.
"Susan and Peter are dead."
"But Aslan-"
"He doesn't exhist anymore. Not him nor Peter nor Susan."
"What do you mean?"
"Before war, I once asked Aslan what happens here if you die in there. He said you don't come back. You just die and don't exhist over here, never did."
"..." Lucy dotted. Edumnd heald out his hand, she took it and was heaved off the floor. "We can't be ourselves over here, you know that, right?" Edmund was quiet.
"We can, we just need to be quiet about it. Nobody can know and when we go off, we're through. Only when were sure no one's home." Edmund said, his arm on her waist once more.
"I miss Peter and Susan." Lucy said, her tears falling once more.
"They'll come back, you'll see. And we need to get back in there." He said, gesturing to the wardrobe.
"It only opens when you least expect it, when it truly needs you." Lucy said, her head resting on his chest.
"I love you."
RCA: It is finally done. Tell me how you like, or not, tell me why not. I want to know.
