A/N: Ok, as much as your skin's crawling, don't worry things are going to become more clearer once you are finished with this chapter. If there are any questions, ask. Once again my readers: read and enjoy (hopefully lol) and review!

(( Rating is 15+ for violence and language. ))


Chapter 7

After suffering a blow to the head, Edmund regained conciousness and sat up straight on the ground where he was strucked. His head throbbed with a good amount of pain. It was unbearable; but only for temporarely. He began to see normal again as he saw a fawn beside him.

"Are you alright, your Highness?" The fawn asked while he was examining the small wound on Edmund's head.

"He won't be when I am through with him." The voice gave shivers up and down Edmund's spine. He had remembered that voice. He had spoken to him right before he lost conciousness. He looked at the man closely and realized who he was staring at. The man had one green eye, and one blue eye. This was him.

"You," Edmund growled, he saw his face.

"Hmm... Maybe I should have went with my first plan: killing you. But I decided to torture you for not minding your own business." He kicked Edmund by the ribs. "I should have just kicked you in the chest. The pain makes me smile." He kicked him again. "Besides that, I don't have an introduction such as who are you? Or what is your name, sir?" His voice was evil and cocky in a way which made Edmund feel very uncomfortable. But he sucked in the pain and managed to get up on his feet. The man began circling him. "So what brings you here? An expedition?" His eyes narrowed.

Edmund kept his eyes on him, expecting anything to happen. "Why would it matter to you? And what would it do you any good to know?" He hissed as he slowly pulled out his sword.

"My, my; aren't we in a happy mood." Edmund felt a sudden urge to turn around and then both men's swords collided together. Edmund wasn't a fool. He had a plan.

"Shut your mouth! Someone such as you couldn't help a woman find her way home on account of having too many thoughts of infatuation beyond thoughts of any man." He pushed the man out of his way and kicked him to the ground. "Are you Aurthur Augustine?" He pinned him against the ground with dust dancing to the song of the wind. The man didn't say anything. "Well? Are you or not?!" He shouted.

"Ed! Get away from him! He's dangerous!" Edmund turned around and saw his brother running towards him.

"Why? I could kill him now!" Edmund didn't let go of his grip.

"So you know dear Elizabeth, eh? Sweet girl, charmingly beautiful, wonderful; yet so defenseless and weak." Edmund punched the man in the face and his grip tightened. He kicked the King at the chest and then a moment later they were facing each other in the opposite position as before with Edmund on the bottom. "How dare you lay a hand on me you brut." The two wrestled for a moment. "Why are you fighting me anyway?"

"She had the courage to confess to me that a man took something very precious from her-"

"That bloody whore, I told her to keep the thing quiet and to leave it be." He then was bragged in the head by another man.

"How dare you call my daughter that! How dare you lay a hand on her. I trusted you! You bastard!" Lord Frauen was the man that had dragged him and his anger only increased.

The man looked him the the eyes saying, "She wanted it." He hissed.

"You sick man!" Edmund hollerd and kicked him in the back so hard it made the other man fall to the ground. "You disgust me beyond all reason." He cried out and left bruises along his neck. He felt Peter grabbing him. "Get off of me Pete, I can finish him off."

"You can't kill me. Admit it; you don't have the guts to!"

"Aurthur Augustine; go burn in hell!" Lord Frauen crashed his sword against Aurthurs.

"Along with your wife? Or in this case; deceased wife?"

"Away with you!" Lord Frauen lashed at him. He planned to finish him off once and for all. They circled each other as they dueled continuously. "You were never a part of this family."

"How can you say that? Since I am your brother, that doesn't mean that you can just slaughter me out of the blue."

By this point, his brother was bewildered; but he wasn't the only one. Edmund was angry beyond angry. His fissed were clenched tight enough to make his knuckles white. "How can you say that? You molested your niece; my daughter! You are a vile filthy piece of...oh! You are a disgrace to the family name!"

The two dueled for a while until Aurthur pinned his brother down with Lord Frauen's sword. Lord Frauen thought that this was the end of his life just before Edmund jumped into the battle and managed to grab Aurthur.

"This is for Elizabeth!" He used the knife that Elizabeth used to almost kill herself that would end Aurthur Augustine's life. He stabbed him and watched him fall to the ground; defeated and officially: dead. The two were out of breath (Edmund and Lord Frauen).

Lord Frauen turned to Edmund as he was helped up by Peter. "Thank you your Highness, you saved my life."

Edmund nodded as he placed his sword back into it's sheath. Now Elizabeth is safe and she has nothing to worry about anymore. She's free, Edmund thought as he mounted Phillip once he mounted him. He remembered the rose. Hopefully it did not do as much damage as I suspect it would. As they road back to Cair Paravel, he searched for the flower and once when he found it, he noticed that it was the way it was when he first saw it and picked it. The white rose left with Edmund untouched.


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