A.N: Hello my lovelies! Here's a little chappie for all you Edmund or Ed/Ella lovers haha, enjoy! ;)
Chapter 28: Enchanted Edmund
Ella's POV
I was rubbing my forehead, the area just above my eyebrows where I could feel a nerve throbbing. I was trying to trick myself into believing that as I tried to rub the pain away, I was rubbing away all my problems as well. But life was not that easy, and I was not that lucky. I was walking like a zombie, my eyes closed, my hands furiously working on trying to sooth my relentless throbbing nerve and my breathing slow and deep in an attempt to calm my nervous heart.
"Ella! Beautiful day isn't it!"
I opened my eyes to find the most bizarre sight I had ever seen.
And I had seen many, many crazy things in my time in Narnia.
Trumpkin, the most sardonic, pessimistic and eternally-grumpy person I knew, was grinning like a child high on candy.
He was practically glowing!
He walked past me, a little hop in his step, his smile never leaving his face as he nodded at me and carried on.
I stood rooted to the floor, watching the absurdly cheerful dwarf walk by me.
And then it got weirder.
He started to whistle.
Trumpkin.
Was.
Whistling.
I turned back and closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath and massaging my temples as I willed myself to not lose it just yet. I could not allow myself to go crazy, not when there were much bigger problems at hand.
I pondered over whether I should go see the others; Lucy, Susan, Caspian, Lorenzo, but I just knew that stupid little miss impostor must have cast the spell on everyone else as well. Only Cathlyn and I seemed to be immune to the spell, probably since we were in the magic-proofed dungeons all night.
I began walking again, my mind racing about what I should do next. I wanted to just run back to Peter's room and stab that faker but that was not exactly the most brilliant idea. My powers were useless in this predicament as well, as I highly doubted water could be the solution.
Well, I could drown that witch.
No! Stop it Ella. Murder is not the answer!
What was I going to tell Cathlyn when I returned to the dungeons?
Oh, so sorry but the wedding is proceeding and your fiancé is going to marry Miss Impostor and everyone is really excited about it so you won't be able to fulfil your prophesy and that means Narnia is in deep, deep trouble but everyone is under a spell so they don't even know so it's just up to you and me to save this entire kingdom so basically, it was nice knowing you!
Yeah, not something anyone would want to hear.
Okay Aslan, if you could just pop up now, that would be really great.
I was so carried away in my thoughts and headache that somehow, I ended up in front of my room, probably due to my subconscious. The door was open and I looked inside the find Edmund and Talina sitting on the bed.
Edmund was humming away, a weird tune I had never heard before, that godforsaken smile still plastered on his face.
But that wasn't the worst part.
There, in front of him, was my poor baby in the most hideous fluffy pink dress I had ever seen. It was an awful mix of satin, chiffon, polka dots, lace, frills and glitter. It looked like a drunken unicorn had thrown up on my daughter.
Edmund was fixing up the lace on her dress, and as I walked in, he noticed my presence and looked up at me, his smile getting even wider. I did not even think that was possible.
This was just too creepy.
"My sun, My star! My angel, there you are!""
CREEPY.
Edmund jumped up and came over to me, grabbing my waist and lifting me into the air, he spun me around, eliciting a surprised squeal from me as my hands automatically held his shoulders.
"Oh what a beauty, my wife truly is. She makes my heart melt, and makes me yearn for a kiss!"
Okay Edmund, I love you and I know you're under a spell, but the poetry makes me want to slap the daylights out of you.
As he said the last few words, he put me down gently and leaned in, and I knew exactly what he was going to do.
I turned my head so that his kiss only landed on my cheek, far too disturbed by this whole situation to get intimate with my husband in any way, especially not with Talina sitting on the bed and innocently watching us.
Edmund pulled back and frowned and for the first time in my life I was so glad to see someone frown at last.
"What is wrong, my love?"
I took in a deep breath, gripping his shoulders as I looked him in the eyes.
It was so strange. I was looking right at him, but at the same time, it was like I was not even looking at him at all.
Because this was not my real Edmund.
This was Enchanted Edmund.
"Ed, look, I know this is going to sound crazy but…"
I paused, running through my mind how I was going to put this but in the end, I just decided to be blunt instead of beat around the bush.
"You're under a spell."
To my surprise, Edmund didn't look surprised or confused. Instead, he…chuckled?
"Yes my darling, I am. Under the spell of your bewitching beauty of course!"
Oh for the love of-
"No! Enough with the fluffy talk and the romanticising and the smiling! You're under a spell cast by the lady you think is Serena but actually isn't because she's an imposter posing as Peter's fiancée when in fact his real fiancé is down in the dungeons because all of you think she's the impostor and now this woman is going to marry Peter and the prophesy is going to be broken and Narnia is going to be doomed!"
I was practically hysterical by the time I finished, panting as I desperately looked at Edmund in hopes of a sign, a crack, anything that would suggest any of what I said was getting through to him.
Edmund was staring at me as if I was a mad person, and I could not exactly blame him for it because I did go a bit overboard in the theatrics during my explanation but for the problem I was facing, I think I deserved to lose my mind just a bit. I was not the kind to just bottle up emotions, especially not from my husband.
Finally, he did something that I was not expecting at all.
He placed his hand on my forehead.
"Are you alright my dear? Perhaps you should lie down…"
"OH FORGET IT!"
I slapped Edmund's hand away from my forehead and stormed out of the room. I had never felt so frustrated in my entire life; it was like trying to get a blind man to see light. It did not matter how I phrased it or what I chose to say, it was no use. I had said what all I had to say but he was never going to believe me or take me seriously, not while he was under his spell.
Wait.
I stopped, turned around and marched back into the room where a stunned Edmund was still standing.
"AND GET THAT HIDEOUS DRESS OFF MY DAUGHTER!"
There, now I had said what all I had to say.
A/N: So, what do you think! I know, not much action but I thought I would try a little humor heh. This was more like a little filler chapter in a sense.
Here's a little poll, what do you think of Poetic Ed? Do you like romantic Enchanted Edmund? Or do you prefer him to be his usual everyday self?
Review which team you're on, Team Enchanted Ed or Team Everyday Ed? I'm really interested to know your opinions!
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