And a little pain behind every
"It's okay."
Lucy stared out across all of the Real and True Narnia, the place she had longed for all her life. Nothing had dampened her yearning, just as Reep had said nothing had his; but now, something was different. She felt a small piece of her was missing, and she believed she knew what it was.
Susan.
She should have been here; with her, Ed, and Pete. It wasn't the same without the Radiant Southern Sun. She missed her sister's graceful, caring nature. If Susan had been here, she would have noticed that something was wrong and come to ask her about it. As it were, the only person to console her had been Tumnus, and there was only so much the faun could say or do.
As Lucy stared out across all of Narnia, music and dancing going on merrily behind her, along with feasting, toasting and all other sorts of merriment, footsteps softly approached. The Valiant queen turned her head only a little, to see who had come to stand near her.
It was Edmund, still a quiet man after all this; she knew he was different, though outwardly he looked the same. He would always belong to the Western Wood, Lucy thought, eyeing his wavy black hair and dark-colored clothes. He and the Wood fit perfectly. Silent, wise, calm, and dignified. As Lucy debated these qualities in her brother, he spoke.
"I give you my deepest sorrow that our beloved sister has not recalled our True Country so she can partake of this glorious life we now live." His voice was low as he placed his hand over hers on the balustrade.
Queen Lucy replied in a way the her former, childish self, might have; because she wanted for just a moment to be the little sister again, with big brothers who would tend to the problems and make them go away.
"It's okay," she whispered.
Edmund glanced at her, shadow covering his brown eyes as his dark hair swept across his forehead. And he said something King Edmund the Just would not have uttered even if had he been standing at sword-point.
"No, it is not."
Lucy looked over to him and let a tear fall down her cheek. He pulled her into his arms and allowed her to shed her tears, his own lightly falling on her crowned head as he embraced her fiercely. He was not blind to the pain behind her words.
A/N:
I ended this with Edmund because it sort of began with him. Peter wondered if Jadis had made him (I'll place the word "adverse" here) to true emotions and true thoughts. This shows that everything he really felt was hidden because he became more comfortable watching and understanding what was not being told than acting on facial expression.
He knew Peter's confusion, he knew Susan's true feelings, and he knew Lucy's pain at Susan not being with them in the end. I don't know, you can make out of it whatever you want. The four-part drabble is now ended.
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