A/N: Hello hello guys! So this is the fourth chapter. I was really passionate at writing it because I love that it's getting to the plot of story.

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CHAPTER 4

My lungs felt like it's been tied tightly with a rope. My heart felt like it stops beating.

I didn't know what should I respond to their conversation though. But I definitely knew they were talking about me. Who else they could possibly talking about?

I coughed to make a sound in the room since it's been silent since I spoke up.

"Sorry, for the interrupt Your Majesties." I apologized.

"It's fine, you may sit down." Said King Peter.

I would definitely say that he was much better and nicer than King Edmund. I didn't want any comparison included here, but since I got so angry and annoyed towards King Edmund I couldn't help but compare both of them. If King Edmund had been so much nicer earlier towards me, this thought wouldn't even have crossed my mind.

They stared at me for a few minutes and changed glances at each other.

"I'm here because King Edmund wishes my presence earlier. And I also want to take my bow and arrows back, if I'm allowed to ask for it back." I started politely, hoping my courtesy is accepted and responded.

"First of all, Evelyn, I'm really sorry for my brother's behavior towards you earlier. He shouldn't have done such things to you as a King. His mannerism isn't really right for a King," Started The High King, "but we, but actually.. he, will retrieve your bow and arrows that shouldn't have been taken that way-"

"And second of all-" The Just King cut off with no patient.

"And second of all," The High King cut off again, glaring at him, "you are called here because we need to talk to you."

"About what?" I asked with an eyebrow raised.

"We wanted to talk about this since a long time ago but we thought that we needed the right time to tell you everything."

"Is it bad or good? Because you seem serious."

"Actually, I don't know. Because the bad or the good depends on you in the end of how you're going to deal with it."

"Okay. So, I'm very confused here," I started with a face that showed so much confusion, "first, how do you know that my name is Evelyn? Second, what's this thing that sounds terrifying that depends on me in the end?"

"It's-" Peter was going to talk and explain everything but Edmund cut off.

"You know what Pete? Let me talk. You are useless."

"Hey!"

"So, when your father died years ago he was actually came to us before he died. He was such a good noblemen and he was Peter's best man in fact. I admit he was good in his work. I honestly admired your father," Edmund started passionately and seriously, "but the day before he died, it was like he knew he was going to die by the way he talks to us. He was very anxious and disturbed about something. He asked us to take care of you and your little sister and watch our eyes for you, mainly because you are the older and you have so much potential at defending yourself. He wanted us to teach you some defensive techniques without you knowing. We had asked him why it had to be us to take care of you, and he said-"

"I don't have any siblings left." I cut off, feeling like I knew he was going to say that.

King Edmund nodded in agreement and bit his lower lip.

"He trusted us more. And since he was so nice towards us back then, one of our honest friend, we couldn't help but said yes.

So when you went to the woods, or anywhere, just to have practice with your bow and arrows, we were there somewhere watching you all along. When you caught a bird, we flew that bird from our cage. We wanted to see if you really are having a potential that your father talked about.

When you were injured because you weren't being careful enough to take care yourself in the woods, we were there. Watching you. What you knew that time was that you found a medicine laid randomly near you, but we were actually the one who put it there. We protected you since you were a child.

Now that you have grown up, and almost seventeen in fact, we wanted to tell you everything. Your father told us that you need to know everything when you reach seventeen. When you have grown up. So that we can take our hands off you and you have to try to live in your own again. Without us.

And we want to retrieve what your father had given to us long ago," he took out a golden locket that is heart shaped, "I think this belongs to you." He gave me the locket.

I took a look at it intentionally. I didn't remember that my father, or me had a thing like this long ago.

"I've never seen this thing before." I told them. "So, this locket belongs to me?"

"Yes, and there's also a picture inside it. I think it's a picture of your family." said Edmund.

I looked at the locket, trying to open it. As soon as it got opened I got a flashback of my childhood times.

I saw a tiny picture of my family. My little family. I was four years old in that picture, and it was taken after my little sister was born.

My mom sat on a chair with Kate in her arms. My father behind her, holding her shoulder with one hand.

Me.

I stood next to my mother, in front of my father.

We looked happy. Those are sincere smiles that we showed while it was taken.

I touched the picture and I could feel my eyes almost burning but I tried not let any single tear escape from my eyes.

"We are all really sorry about what happened to your father. And your family." Peter said apologetically.

"It's okay. I mean, it had happened. We can't take what the past has taken from us, can we?" I replied with sadness that covered up my face.

"He didn't mean to leave, you know." Peter said.

"I know. But I still can't let go about what happened that day. I thought I could still see him, hug him, and tell him that I love him. It was like a dream when I heard he was dead. In the woods. It's still leaving me scar. The pain never dies."

"You seem to love your father so much."

"Of course. He was the best father that I could have asked for." I replied with a smile, but teary eyes.

"Well, you are just like your father. Brave and intelligent." Edmund said.

"Thanks. For your compliment."

"Oh, slow down my lady. It's not a compliment." Edmund said.

"Forgive me for my brother's awful manner." Peter apologized.

"It's okay. It's like, I'm not getting used to it." I said grinning.

"Oh, shut up you." Edmund replied rolling his eyes.

"Ed!" Peter yelled.

"Are we going to finish this? Because I'm still stuck in this endlessly conversation that I don't even know has a way out or not." I said more seriously.

"If you want to take your bow and arrows, it's here. You can bring it home. Don't take what my brother said earlier too seriously, because he's almost incapable of taking and doing anything seriously." Peter said.

"Is that supposed to be a compliment? If yes, you have won my heart." Edmund replied with a grin.

"It's not. Don't get your hopes too high."

I chuckled at their behavior towards each other.

"It's not allowed to laugh in this room as long as you can still see my shadow in the room-" Edmund said sarcastically but Peter cut off.

"Oh, shut up Ed." Peter warned him.

I loved King Edmund's sense of humor. I thought he was thoroughly mean and cold but this time he showed the different side of him that I liked.

"Your Majesties, dinner is ready. Queen Susan said you need to hurry before the foods get cold." A female faun came into the room politely and bowed as she said that.

"Thank you Rina. We will get there soon." answered Peter. "You should have dinner with us. You must be hungry." He said to me.

"No, thank you Your Majesty for your nice offer but my little sister and a friend of mine must be waiting for me to come home." I answered politely.

"But we haven't discussed this any further. And besides it's my responsibility to take care of you." Peter said.

"Really, Pete? My responsibility? Am I that invisible to you? Pete, I'm your only loyal and caring brother and especially towards you, how could you make me so invisible? Even Caspian accepts me for who I am." Edmund said dramatically, holding his chest.

He is dramatic. And incapable of taking anything seriously.

"Are you… always like this?" I asked The Just King who sat in front of me.

"Like what, exactly?"

"Being all, dramatic, childish-"

"Okay stop giving me compliments, you both."

"We are not giving you any compliment, in fact Ed." Peter said as he chuckled along with me.

"How long actually this 'watch your eyes on me' have been going?" I asked the kings in front of me.

"Since the day after your father died. We gave all our courage that we had to take care of you and your little sister. And of course your mother. But mostly you because your father insisted that we have to look after you more. Edmund most of the times decided to watch over you. He insisted." explained Peter grinning.

"No, I'm not! Okay, that is a defamation!" Edmund defended himself from embarrassment.

"Oh, really? What about when I told you to look after Kate but you insisted going to the woods instead to look for Evelyn that you thought was lost?"

"I didn't know she would get out of the woods by her own! What if she gets injured or something ad happens to her? She was a kid for Aslan's sake!"

"I don't take excuses Ed." Peter replied.

"Do not corner me, Pete. For. Aslan's. Sake. I'll kill you." Edmund said to his brother as he glared at him.

I couldn't help but laughed at both of them. I didn't know the royal family would be so funny and be less serious. I thought they were full of frustration and seriousness, but I was definitely wrong.

"So you were afraid of me getting lost?" I asked King Edmund with a grin and victory inside.

"N-no. I-I mean, I-I would l-let y-you get lost. I would be so glad." He replied with a voice shaken.

"I don't take excuses my King." I quoted King Peter's words and with the same tone.

"You know what Ev? Just do whatever you like." Edmund answered desperately.

"I would be so glad my King, thank you for your unexpected permission."

"Ha-ha. Very funny." Edmund answered sarcastically.

"Everyone is waiting for us in the dining room. Come on, we should discuss this later." Peter said as he got up and shook his head at both me and King Edmund.

"But I have to go home." I told him.

"Just have dinner with us first. Don't you want to know everything?"

I want to know. Yes.

I nodded my head and bit my lower lip as I got up and followed them outside the room.


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