There really is no excuse as to why I haven't updated in so long, but here is chapter two, hopefully longer than the last one. Please excuse all spelling mistakes, I have never been any good at it.

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Peter's POV

I made my way towards the training grounds, sword in hand. I was wearing light leather armor made specifically for training.

Edmund was already outside waiting for me, conversing with Oreius about tactics. Oreius of course immediately noticed I had arrived seeing as he had the senses of a centaur.

"Good Morn your Majesty, the weather fairs well and it shall be a good day for practice."

"Aye, that it is, but you know what would make it better? If a royal brother of mine was awake for it." I replied, catching Ed's attention. He grumbled something I couldn't quite catch, but the lesson started before I could ask him to repeat.

"Today we are going to work on using two swords at once. At the beginning it may be difficult to be in control of both blades, but after a few exercises it should be easy. First, King Peter, you shall attack King Edmund, whom will parry and riposte. Then King Peter, you should counter parry and riposte using the opposite sword, and it shall continue back and forth. "

Both boys nodded in understanding and raised their swords. Everything was going as planned for the first ten minutes. Then Edmund's parries and ripostes became weaker and he became a shade paler. Only moments later his sword crashed to the ground and he emptied his stomachs' contents onto his feet.

I knew I should have told him to go back to bed. What was I thinking? He was obviously tired this morning and could have already been sick. I managed to drag him back to his bed chambers and clean him up before calling for a healer.

I waited patiently as Ed drifted off into sleep as a dryad healer waltzed.

"Good after-noon my liege, how may I assist you and your royal brother?" She asked in an airy voice.

"He hasn't been looking good for quite some time now, but he was sick when we were training, my lady."

She nodded and proceeded to check Edmund's pulse and temperature and such.

"He has a fever, and I believe it is exhaustion, and malnutrition that caused it. There is nothing I can do but give him a tea to bring down his fever. Everything else shall heal with a good amount of rest my King.

The dryad curtsied and exited quietly, hurrying to create the promised tea.

As Edmund drifted off to much needed sleep once more I began to explore his room. I had been in it a number of times, but never before had I taken a good look at it.

The chamber was painted a dark blue and had plenty of windows facing the forest. There was a marble fire place with images of Aslan carved into it, giving the room an entirely different feeling of warmth. Several book cases and a desk were cluttered with so many papers and books that it could have been a small library. The bed, which was also as blue as the night sky, was turned towards the balcony so at night the stars could be viewed from bed. Currently the curtains were drawn over the windows to allow the king a hopefully, peaceful rest.

I decided to continue my exploration out onto his balcony. I opened the door quietly and only far enough so I could slip through without shining light on his eyes, not that it would make a difference. I left the door open a crack, just in case he woke up. A cool breeze met me outside. How I loved the Narnian air. Here the forests were always a much deeper green then the ones back in Spare Oom. I recall that it was always gray and stormy there, but here even when we do get rain there is always a rainbow to accompany it.

Suddenly, I heard a small whimper. I scanned the grounds, but found no animals in sight. This time I heard it again only louder. It was coming from Ed's room. I opened the door this time not caring how much noise I made. Sure enough, he was there I found him mumbling in his sleep. I continued to approach and as I got closer I could make out what he was saying.

"Please, take me instead. Alsan, and Peter and the girls didn't do anything wrong. I know I deserve it. I killed them all. I-I'm a traitor." He began speaking more clearly.

"Wake-up Eddy, come on, it's just a bad dream." I ran my hand across his cheek, but he screamed as though he was in pain and jolted up right. His eyes snapped open.

"Where is She? You have to go, She'll kill you!"

"Who are you talking about Eddy?"

"Her!" He replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Then he took in his surroundings. He opened his mouth to apologize but I stopped him.

"It's alright Ed, it was just a bad dream. She can't hurt you now." He nodded once and lay back down, taking a deep breath to calm himself. Just then the Dryad entered once again and forced a vial tasting tea down his throat. (I speak from experience). She left quickly as she came and Edmund was back asleep. This time I refused to leave his side.

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-Aces1219