Ok so I've decided to turn it into a story after some requests.

Here's part 2, sorry it's taken me so long to put it up but I've been a bit busy. Ok so now It's a full story, I need to explain a few things. I decided that Edmunds ago in the film would make him a bit too young to be able to just carry someone around easily, so here's the ages: Peter – 20
Susan – 19
Edmund – 17
Lucy – 16
Esha – 16

Enjoy! xxx

Esha woke up, her back and wrists sore but feeling comfy and warm and much safer then she'd felt in months, surrounded in what could only be soft quilts. She gave a slight sigh, but her dry throat made it sound more like a moan.

She opened her eyes slightly, swallowing and staring at the ceiling before becoming aware of someone watching her.

She turned her head to see a boy, about seventeen years old staring at her, a small smile making his brown eyes crinkle up at the edges as he looked at her from under a fringe of dark brown hair.

"Hello, I'm King Edmund, who are you?" He asked, his voice deep and quiet.

"Esha" She said sleepily, not even pausing to consider who he was before she told him. Her eyes felt dry and she blinked slowly, still feeling sleepy and more dream-like then real.

There was silence as his words repeated themselves in her head. "King Edmund, King Edmund...King...." She froze as the thought finally processed in her brain and she realised what "King" meant, and what it had meant for her last time she'd been near a king.

In a flurry of movement she had flung back the sheets and quilts that had been keeping her warm, struggled out of the bed and was a few steps away when the pain in her leg muscles finally hit her, making her grab out for the nearest thing to hold onto, her teeth biting into her lower lip as she stopped herself from crying out.

Arms quickly lifted her in support and she gasped in pain as they picked her up, one arm under her legs and the other under her back.

Looking up she saw King Edmund looking down at her in concern.

She knew her eyes were wide and fearful, but right now she just wanted to get away, run away from this King and the pain, but she couldn't get down, each time she moved pain shot through her back, or her legs, forcing her to a stop.

He put her down on the bed gently and she dragged herself as far away from him as possible, flinching at each blast of pain, hiding herself in the quilts slightly as he sat down on the bed.

"Are you in great pain?" He asked gently.

She gazed at him, terrified and confused. Why should he care how she felt? The last one hadn't.

She painfully pulled her legs to her chest and moved to wrap her arms around them, but as her back curved she cried out, unable to stop a hand from flying to her back as the pain shot through her, making her eyes screw shut as she tried to block it out.

He was behind her in an instant, moving her long hair over her right shoulder and inspecting her back through the dress.

His eyes narrowed as he noticed blood seeping through the material, staining it in blotches all over her back.

Without thinking, he reached to move the back of her dress down and see her back, but she'd recovered by now and twisted slightly, laying on her back and rolling over away from him, leaving dotted red stains on the white quilts.

"Hey I-. I just want to help you..." He said lamely as she stood up, both hands gripping the back of the chair he'd been sitting on as she swayed, trying to remain upright.

"I...don't...need...help." She panted through teeth clenched from pain.

"Yes you do!" He insisted, he'd always been a sucker for beautiful girls and he hated to see anyone in pain. "You're bleeding! And you can't even stand up straight!"

"What's going on here?" Asked Peter as he walked through the open doorway.

Esha whirled around at his voice, nearly loosing balance and wincing in pain as her back started bleeding in more places.

Peter stopped and stared at her.

"Ed!" He exclaimed in horror. "What did you do??"

"I did nothing!" He said in outrage. "She moved and started bleeding, and she won't let me see what the problem is!"

"Well she's only just met you; she's hardly likely to trust you is she?" Peter reasoned, moving around the bed to stand in front of Edmund.

"I brought her back from the castle! Why shouldn't she trust me?"

"Well we don't know why she was even there!"

"Well it obviously wasn't for something good!"

"And how do you know that?"

"Oh please Peter, the rope tied around her wrists was a good thing??"

"Well why don't we just ask her why she was there?"

"Why don't we?"

"Well ask her then!"

"Fine. I will!"

Edmund turned to look at Esha, but she wasn't there. She'd stumbled out of the room while the two brothers were fighting and was now in the passage outside, leaning against the wall, breathing heavily and blacking out from the pain shooting through her back every time she moved, overwhelming and making her forget the ache in the rest of her body.

She slumped to the ground, completely out of it as she let the blackness fill her mind.