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Chapter Ten

Brother Talk

Edmund had never been so mad at a girl like this before. As much as he had arguments with Susan and Lucy, they never cursed at him.

Everyone knew Edmund was angry from the way he looked and stayed far away from him. They didn't send someone to check on him when he didn't come down to eat and didn't bother saying good night. However, remembering Aslan's words, Susan and Lucy would always cast a glance at Peter, who would immediately say,

"Aslan said he'll come to me!"

This was usually followed by a small sigh, and the three would carry on with their duties. In the morning, Edmund did not come downstairs for breakfast or training. He stayed in his chambers for yet another day. On the third day Peter, Susan, and Lucy began to get worried, but no one dared to knock on his door.

"Just go and talk to him!" Lucy would cry, but Peter would shake his head. He would listen to Aslan.

Edmund's mood started rubbing off on his siblings. Lucy refused to eat right after tea time and Peter was not so quick in training. Susan's mind would wander off and she'd forget what she was doing for the moment. The sun set, ending the monotonous day.

It was late at night when Edmund's door opened a crack. A mussed up brown head peered into the torch-lit hall, and seeing no one, a figure slid out.

Edmund wanted to stay in his room forever, but his stomach got the better of him. He had decided on taking armloads of food with him back up to his room so he could last another period of day upstairs alone. He didn't like being a king right now. He had his duty to carry out, but he felt lazy and strange.

As he headed back upstairs with his arms full he looked hard down the hall that led to his siblings' quarters. Peter's light was still on. He dropped his bundle in his room and walked to his brother's room.

"P-peter?" he stammered through the door. "Are you still awake?"

"Yes. Come in," Peter called.

Edmund slowly opened his brother's door and looked in. Peter was in bed, but was reading.

"You're up so late?" Edmund asked.

"A king's duty is never done, right?" Peter said.

"Right," was the small reply.

"Exactly. So what were you doing in your room all the time?" Peter hit himself inwardly because he didn't want to start sounding bossy again.

"I've met someone," Edmund said quietly, seating himself in a plush velvet chair by the end of the bed.

"Really, Ed? Who?" Peter put the book down.

"When I fell off the cliff, I met a nymph. She was really beautiful, but she was naïve and fell in love with me in one day. And I didn't love her back and she got mad at me and cursed at me and told me to go to hell."

"Do you think there is a hell here?" Peter scoffed.

"I don't know! But still, she's mad at me and I'm mad at her. But it was mostly her fault because she kept finishing my thoughts the wrong way. As much as I wanted to be her friend, I didn't love her, and she made me feel strange," Edmund murmured quickly.

"It's okay, Ed. Don't feel bad if it's her fault. Besides, if you just wanted to be friends, why are you feeling so awful?" Peter consoled.

"Because…I fear I may love her," Edmund choked.

Peter stared at Edmund as if he had seen a ghost.

"Ed, if she really loved you, she would have understood. She's obviously very immature. I'm afraid you're going to have to let it pass and continue your duties. We don't want Narnia to fall apart because a small nymph, do we?" Peter smirked.

"I hope not. I just keep having this bad feeling," Edmund muttered.

"Feel as bad as you may like, but you will not lock yourself up in your room again, you understand? There are things to be done, and it's awful hard to do it with only three rulers. So come help us right away tomorrow, okay?" Peter said.

"Yes," Edmund said quietly. "Thank you, Peter. But please don't tell our sisters. I just don't want them to know."

"Alright. Good night, Ed."

"Good night, Peter."

With that, the teenage boy left his older brother's room. Edmund had returned his bundle back to the storeroom and went to bed peacefully.