Yeah, so I've been struggling to get out charters soon. I will not abandon this story, but I don't know when I'll be able to write my next chapter.
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Peter pulled his nicest tunic over his head. Ziddim's court appearance would be in just an hour and Peter would have to dress his finest. The plan had been to give Edmund his own party to announce his return, but the trial had been moved closer on account of the charges given so they would have to do it there.
Ziddim held his right as a prisoner to demand his trial be that week instead of the next. If they withheld his demand he would have to be freed since no evidence had been presented to prove him a criminal. Peter thought it was a stupid rule, but it was set to keep corrupt rulers from imprisoning their innocent enemies without a proper trial. If they didn't hold that law then a ruler could keep his prisoner for as long as he wanted and continue to say that there would be a trial eventually, but never give one.
So, that's why Peter was getting prepared only two days after the party. The party had been great, aside from Edmund leaving early. After the party was over, Peter had gone to visit his brother in his room, but he was not there. The High King had been terribly worried and almost called a kingdom wide search, but after a half-hour of him and his sisters searching, Lucy had come to say that she had found him fast asleep in the stables with his old friend, Philip.
Peter had nearly forgotten about the bond Edmund held with that horse; they had spent so many years and gone on so many adventures together. Philip was with Edmund on every trip they took - every trip aside from the last one; that was likely organized by Ziddim, as well.
Philip was probably - and Peter didn't want to admit his positivity - on more trips with Edmund than Peter had ever been. The horse cared deeply for his rider and would never let him go anywhere without him - if he could help it, that is.
Once he had pulled on his cape and placed his crown upon his golden locks, Peter left the room and walked down the hall a short ways to Edmund's room. With a quick rap on the door, the High King opened the door and peeked through.
"Come in," Edmund's voice grumbled. "Since you will no matter what I say."
"What's wrong with you?" Peter asked as he entered in all the way and shut the large oak door behind him. He turned to see his little brother standing in his under tunic and a pair of Peter's own trousers that had been loaned to him just days before.
"I can't fit in any of my court dressings." Edmund complained.
Peter should have guessed as much. It had been a frequent issue since Edmund's return. It was amazing how much he had grown in the his time gone.
"Just as well, brother." Peter smiled. "You can borrow some of my court dressings."
"But your clothes are too big for me. I'm not as tall as you." Edmund smirked, then added, "Though I am still trying."
"Well," Peter began, giving a slight shrug. "This wouldn't be a problem if you had just stayed the same little Ed, now would it?" Peter teased.
Edmund's smile disappeared and he elbowed Peter playfully in the ribs. "Shut up."
Peter laughed as he rubbed his side where he had been hit. "Alright, fine." He said, slowing his laughter. "I'll send in a request to have some new outfits tailored for you, but you'll still have to wear my clothes, for now."
Edmund groaned, but accepted. "Fine. I'll wear it."
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Peter's court dressings clung loosely to Edmund's body. They had been able to tuck pieces in well enough to the point where it looked fairly well fitting, but he still couldn't help but feel a little out of place in them. He figured he'd get over it, though, when he was standing before the court and giving his testimony. This, of course, would have to take place after he was officially revealed and declared legally living. All of it was bound to throw off his nerves, but he had to stay focused on the task at hand.
"Are you about ready?" Susan asked, entering from the room where Peter sat, giving a long speech to the courtroom about the happenings of the past months.
"As ready as I'll ever be." Edmund faced her direction as she began to straighten the wrinkles in his -well, Peter's - shirt.
"You'll do just fine." Susan met his eyes and smiled.
Edmund smiled back. "Thank for the encouragement, mum." He teased
Susan chuckled. "I'm the closest you've got."
Edmund nodded. "And I'm grateful for it."
He could see that his sister's eyes shined a little brighter. She turned away and smiled lightly. "Oh, stop it." She laughed. "I'm going to make a scene."
"Nonsense. Nobody could think ill of you for tearing up, sister. You're too respected."
"Stop it! You're gonna make me cry." Susan laughed as she shoved Edmund toward the courtroom door.