Alright guys! Happy with my reviews last chapter. Keep it up!
This time, give me your favorite written POV for me. It can be anybody that I've written a POV for throughout this story. Either one instance of a POV or one person that you look forward to read their POV throughout the story.
Also, do you guys want to see me do the coronation? I have mixed feelings about it. I feel like Ed might want to have one in order to be King again, but that's not really the message I want to send. I don't believe that becoming a slave would leave him bare of his rightful title as King. I mean, "Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen of Narnia" right? I guess I'll leave it up to you, though.
The pounding in Edmund's skull seemed to be getting worse by the minute. The brightness of the healing quarters did nothing to ease the pain. The whole world seemed to move around him in a dance he did not know. He felt incredibly tired, but every time he tried to lie down on his cot and sleep he was awakened by the healers pestering him and telling him to stay awake.
"You may go to sleep after I finish giving you your medicine." The all too familiar voice of Iason, the master healer, said to him for what must be the fifth time.
The healer drew another foul smelling concoction up to Edmund's lips, assisting him in tilting his head back, and allowing the liquid to seep down his throat. The potion tasted as bad as it smelled, though Edmund couldn't say that he was surprised.
Once he had finished forcing down the vile drink, Edmund wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Is all of this really necessary?"
"It is," Peter said from the cot beside him. "If you don't want to deal with a headache for the nex-" A quiet hiss of pain interrupted, emanating from the the older brother's lips as a nurse tightened the bandage around Peter's shoulder.
"Are you alright, Pete?" Edmund asked. "You've hurt yourself, I see." At that, the look on his brother's face seemed a little irritated, as if, perhaps, he'd been asked that question one too many times that day.
"You don't remember, do you?" Peter asked, though it sounded more like a statement of fact. Surely Edmund was missing something.
"What's happened?"
Peter shook his head. "I'll tell you later, Ed. It can wait."
"But what about your injury? Is it bad?" Edmund asked, clutching his head as another wave of pain hit him. "I do hope it's not as bad as this bloody headache."
"Don't bother worrying about me. It's just a scratch, really. Don't know what all this fuss is about." The older brother just shrugged. He tried to hide the wince that followed, but the brothers had been together long enough to know when each other were masking pain. Peter could hide nothing from him. "Just drop it, Ed." Peter said after a few uncomfortable moments under Edmund's stare.
Edmund knew when Peter had had enough and this was enough. If it was anything too serious, he would know. They were brothers, after all. They could never keep something like that from one another.
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Peter's shoulder throbbed sharply even a week after the attack. Luckily, Edmund's memory had almost completely returned after the first day, but the confusion had lasted even longer. It seemed like they would never be able to hold the coronation - at least not at the rate they were moving at, now.
"I'm done with you!" Peter almost smirked at the sound of his angry brother's voice, entering the throne room from behind. "I just wish I could take a nice stroll through the Cair without you constantly on my back!"
"But, Your Majesty-"
"I don't-" Edmund took a deep relaxing breath - most likely to keep his head on straight. "I don't want to hear anymore about it. I just want to be left alone. Is that too much to ask?"
"Ed." Peter's own voice rang out. "Please don't yell at the guard. It was my idea to have him follow you."
Peter's brother halted at his side, glaring daggers his way. "I figured I had you to thank for this."
"I knew you wouldn't be happy, but I'd rather deal with a grumpy brother than a dead one."
"I am perfectly capable of looking after myself." Edmund grumbled.
Peter had to suppress a burst of laughter, but he could not prevent the smile that crept into the corners of his mouth. "And we both know where that gets you. Whenever I let you look after yourself, you basically go looking for trouble. I'm not about to lose you again."
Edmund said nothing at first; he just pursed his lips together and crossed his arms over his chest. "Fine." He said, at last. "But I don't have to like it."
"Peter!"
Both brother's heads were immediately drawn to the voice of Susan as she and Lucy entered the throne room. The elder of the sisters carried a role of paper in her left hand, and walked hurriedly to meet them at Peter's throne.
"What is it, Su?" Peter asked as both he and Edmund turned in unison to face the two girls.
A smile appeared on Susan's face as she opened up the parchment in her hand. Peter could see the shadow of a red seal through the paper, but he couldn't tell whose seal it was.
"Who's it from?" Edmund asked before Peter got the chance to.
"The new Tisroc of Calormen sends his regards and wishes of great prosperity." Susan said. "And there's more..."