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Note: I re-uploaded Edmund's chapter after finding a typo. Then I decided to add a little bit on the end. I hope it fits.
Edmund: Blessed are the merciful
The sun was rising when Aslan came upon Edmund. The dark-haired boy stood on a balcony, overlooking the land that he would become king of in just a few hours. He wore his coronation tunic, though he only looked like a child playing dress-up.
As Aslan stood beside him, Edmund managed a smile that did not reach his eyes. The two stood in silence for several moments before Edmund sighed. "Aslan, I want to be a good king. I just…don't know how."
The Lion's eyes shimmered with compassion. "Child, tell me your heart."
Almost without meaning to, Edmund looked out into the distance and poured out everything he was feeling. "L...Lucy and Susan didn't tell me what happened at the Stone Table, but it wasn't hard to guess. You let yourself be killed by the Witch in my place." His voice trailed off in a whisper as his hands tightly gripped the railing. Edmund couldn't bring himself to look at Aslan, the shame too much for the boy. "Why? I was a traitor, I betrayed my family. I betrayed you. I deserved to be killed, not you."
Aslan sighed and placed a golden paw on Edmund's pale hand. "My father is the Emperor-over-the-Sea, who rules not only Narnia but all lands. If he and the Deep Magic he wrote were only just, you would have been killed. Edmund," The boy could not help but turn his head to look at the Lion. "Justice is tempered with Mercy and Love. That is why I died for you."
Edmund's eyes filled with tears, but he gave a small smile. He wanted to say something, to tell Aslan how thankful he was, but he could not find the words. Aslan just smiled, already knowing what was in Edmund's heart. "Remember Mercy, Edmund, and you will be a great king."
As Aslan left, Edmund remained on the balcony, still looking out into the distance. A small fox-kit, playing at his father's feet as they waited for the coronation to begin, looked up and saw the dark-haired boy. "Papa, who is that?"
The older fox looked up. He recognized the human as the younger Pevensie boy, but he was not the same child the fox had met. No, the boy had grown and was now recognizable for who he really was. "That, myson, is King Edmund."