Title- Just
Author- jammybrit
Summary- An Edmund fic. Because I love them. Some short drabbles that I thought up at 3am when I was reading LWW.
Chapter One- Enchanted
Edmund… had eaten his share of the dinner, but he hadn't really enjoyed it because he was thinking all the time about Turkish Delight- and there's nothing that spoils the taste of good ordinary food half so much as the memory of bad magic food.
Years later, when she and her siblings were well into their reign as Kings and Queens at Cair Paravel, Lucy would notice Edmund chewing his food with a pained, forced expression on his face. She couldn't work out why, because the food at Cair Paravel was better than any the Pevensies had ever tasted. Lucy couldn't understand why Edmund should have to almost force himself to swallow it.
The truth was that he had never quite forgotten the taste of the magic Turkish Delight that the Witch had given him. Every now and again, whilst eating something perfectly delightful, like ice cream or chicken or roast potatoes that were crispy, just the way he liked them, Edmund would get the taste in his mouth.
When Edmund came to Narnia the time after the Witch had given him the sweet, he remembered it tasting somewhat differently to what he now tasted as a King of Narnia. When he had entered the wardrobe with his brother and sister, with the sole, greedy intention of making them slaves under him as King, the taste of the promised Turkish Delight had spurred him on. Back then he had remembered it has sweet and powdery and better than anything he had ever tasted before.
Then he had betrayed his family.
He knew almost as soon as he had told the White Witch where his siblings were, that he had made a terrible mistake. He was a little too proud, though, to admit it then. Edmund tried to think of the taste of the Turkish Delight that had pushed him this far, but his memory of it was faded and altered. It was more like a dull taste of blood, and it was then that Edmund began to feel ashamed.
Even though he was a traitor, his family, and importantly, Aslan, forgave him, and Edmund played a large part in defeating the Witch. It was he who had the good sense to destroy her wand, but he almost died because of it.
Lucy's cordial had saved him, and he went on to become a King of Narnia with his brother and sisters.
Edmund always felt the lesser monarch. He knew that he had been forgiven and that he was as loved in Narnia has his siblings, but he had still been a traitor. The taste he often got in his mouth was the reminder of that, and he deserved it. It was the exact opposite of everything in his land, the land he loved. It was so many different things at once. It was dull, metallic, like blood, but also like mud and dirt, and then again it was like sour milk or rotten meat. It was Edmund's reminder of what he was and what he shouldn't go back to.
He was pretty sure it wasn't Aslan who made him always have the memory of the bad magic food. Edmund was pretty sure it was his own mind, and that pleased him. He was punishing himself, acknowledging that he had done something terrible, but that he had repented, and remembering constantly what the Witch had been like prevented him from thinking of what would have been.
Even so, nothing spoils the taste of good food half as much as the memory of bad magic food. And Edmund was glad.
Chapter Two up very soon. Please R+R, because this is my first fanfic and I really need feedback. Pretty please!
Lauren x