Prompt: "advisors"
Pairings: Edmund/Peridan
Content warnings: N/A
Chapter 77: Peridan the Himbo?
Edmund gets the unpleasant job of trying to gently break the news to Lord Dinnae that he's being removed as an advisor to the thrones, although he thankfully doesn't have to explain that it's due to the elkhound's incompetence in the role. Lord Dinnae is the dopey sort of dog that is so genuinely pleased with the world around him as long as there's food, soft beds, and good ear scratches, so when he hears the news, he only shrugs his boney shoulders.
"That's okay, your majesty-I'm told I make a better bed warmer than advisor anyway!"
Peridan shifts in his seat next to Edmund and already the king is silently chanting Don't say anything, don't say anything! at him on loop in his brain; unfortunately, neither he or Peridan have suddenly developed telepathy and his companion opens his mouth and inserts his foot directly. "Now, now, my lord, don't go trying to take over my job."
Across the table, Susan chokes on her tea; Lucy claps a hand to her mouth to stifle her laughter, not that it works well. Edmund pinches the bridge of his nose and thanks Aslan that at least Peter isn't there to hear it, although he doesn't doubt his brother will be informed of this shortly. At least Peridan is already aware of what he just admitted and is quietly slumping in his chair so fast that he looks like he's melting in an attempt to escape.
Lord Dinnae only blinks. "Oh, I didn't know that was a royal position already! Do you warm all the majesties' beds for them?"
Edmund wants to die, but Susan clears her throat. "Oh no, my lord. Just King Edmund's."
Lucy has crawled under the table, stuffing her skirts into her mouth to smother her laughter, and Peridan is halfway under it as well. Edmund's tempted to join them, but then again, there is an open window-maybe if he throws himself out it, it'll be a swift end to the humiliation. "Thank you for the clarification, sister."
Susan has the audacity to smile at him. "Happy to be of assistance, my lord."
It's Lucy who delivers the devastating blow, giving up covering her laughter. "But not as happy to assist as Lord Peridan!"
