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Edmund's P.O.V
We had split into groups, Peter and Oreius, Susan and Elizabeth and Lucy and Aslan. Winston and I were left sitting in the drawing room as the servants went about their duties. Winston looked like we had picked up a club and brained him over the head.
"What are you doing?" he asked finally. I looked up, trying to figure out what in the lion's mane he meant. "In England, the manor, becoming who you are now… I don't understand."
"I would worry if you did, seeing as half the time I do not understand either," I said truthfully, "I think my sisters mean to take over the world, or reshape it in the very least."
"Please tell me you are joking," he sighed, I shook my head. "Could you at least tell me what it is you want to accomplish here?"
"We want to make England like Narnia," I answered, because when it came down to it that was what we truly wanted. "Susan and Peter can never return home, a time will come when Lucy and I cannot either. We just wanted to make it better."
"You can never go home?" he asked, "Why would he do that?" How do I explain this one?
"To the Narnian's Aslan is like Jesus, he is our deity that we pray to, the High King of all Kings," I answered, "To everybody but Lucy, he is the person that we trust and follow without question."
"I can't see Lucy following anybody's decree's," he responded, "She's…"
"Her own master and quiet a stubborn one at that," I answered, "She protects what she sees as hers fiercely, and if you allow us to make England into something that we are proud to protect, then she will protected it like Narnia."
"I wont pretend to understand," he said, after processing the new information, "But unless my Queen dictates so, then I wont stop you. In fact… I hope you succeed, our world allowed the atrocities like racism, to nearly overthrow the world. Maybe your way could make it better."
"Well I think that clears that up," Susan said, standing in the door way with Queen Elizabeth. She nodded in response.
"Yes it does," she replied, "Don't worry Winston, I share your sentiments on this matter."
"Now, I think we should go and have dinner," I said standing up.
"Shouldn't we wait for the others?" Winston asked. Susan and I glanced at each other amusedly.
"No," I answered, "Lucy and Aslan will end up talking for hours before they even think about food and Peter and Oreius are… busy."
"Wait, so there?" Elizabeth gasped, before she was rendered into shocked silence.
"By the Lion, I hope so," Susan said vehemently, "Because if they keep tip towing around each other I do declare that I shall lock them in the closet until they stop being so stupid."
With that comment we made our way downstairs to eat. Dinner was something strange, the Narnian revolution… they both wanted them to be a part of it. So we talked about what we wanted to accomplish. Something that was much easier with Susan, who I fear had been planning an entire overhaul of modern society, helped explain.
"You can't get rid of guns," Winston argued, "If Britain isn't suitably defended then were going to be an easy target."
"He is right," I pointed out, "For it to work, to spread it to other countries we would have to prove that it would work in this one, leaving it venerable. Perhaps we could adapt?"
"That is fair counsel, it leaves us with working around the problem and becoming familiar with them," she sighed, "They make murder to easy and uncontrollable."
"So maybe we leave this one to Lucy," I suggested.
"I know that she is twenty-eight, I have just seen it for myself," Elizabeth said, "But I despair at the thought of an child being in the London Underworld."
"Lucy has been the undisputed Queen of the darker side of Narnia since she was ten years old. She knows exactly how to handle herself in these situations," Susan said quietly.
"I still worry," came the demure reply, I chuckled.
"You have heard of her already," I said, "She is named by the London Underworld already." I saw the exact second when it clicked.
"She is Lady Red," Winston said, "The Underworlds child… but how did she gain respect so fast?"
"That is the way that she is, fear and profit are traditionally the ties that bind there," Susan said, "Not so with here, she is nothing more than she could ever be." If you could understand Susan's words than perhaps you could see the wisdom behind them. I do not think that neither Winston nor Elizabeth did though.
"Does it really matter?" I asked, "Lucy will do, as always, as she wishes. We could not stop her if we tried, even Aslan could only slow her down. So I believe that our best course of action is to leave her to do what she does best."
"That is so, but what is there that we could assist with?" Winston asked. I adopted a docile smile that had Susan shivering in horror.
"Politics," I said softly, "The law against homosexuality for one. You could also offer a review of all current laws, pertaining to the running of this country. If you use the pretext of a review there will probably more over turned or changed laws that people will be mote concerned about."
"But what would be the reasoning behind this review?" Elizabeth asked cautiously, "If there is no reason then we will get a lot negative press and the aristocracy is sure to bulk at the idea. To many of the laws favour them."
"Use the war," Susan suggested, "It is a sound reasoning behind it, if the country hopes to move forward. As for the aristocracy, leave them to me."
There were many more plans made that night, things that would affect our futures had been decided over a casual dinner but soon it came time to retire. Winston and Elizabeth went to there guestrooms and Susan went to talk to Callie. I wonder if our dryadish housekeeper will get up the courage to kiss her?
Who knows?
I know, the author that's who. Should she, or should Susan honour her straight tendencies? Clincher time, if she's straight then Edmunds gay and vice versa. Let me know what you think should happen.