Edmund was pacing the floor of his room. He wasn't worried about not greeting Elaina at the door, she would be announced and he could hurry down. No, he was worried about what in the name of Aslan he was going to talk to her about. He walked over to his mirror and stood for a moment.

"Hello Elaina. Wonderful to see you again." He paused. "I'm fine, how are you? Your stay in Narnia going well I presume? No, no, no. Elaina!" And so he stood before his mirror and tried different greetings. No matter what, nothing seemed right. Suddenly, he felt incredibly...girlie. "Get a grip, Ed!" he told himself.

"Queen Elaina sires." Oh, no, she's here already! He checked himself in the looking glass quickly before walking down the stairs into the foyer. As it turns out, he didn't have to worry about his introduction after all.

"Hello Edmund," she said sweetly, giving him a short curtsey.

"Hello Elaina," he returned bowing. "How is your stay in Narnia coming? Oh, please come in. Make yourself at home."

"Thank you. Well, it's coming rather well, very relaxing. I love ruling Dimitius, but sometimes it's nice to take a break."

"Oh, so do you have someone standing in for you?" he asked,wondering why he never got a real break, andleading her into the parlor.

"Yes, my younger brother Killian. He's a little immature, but he's all right." They sat down on a couch, a large, soft one, and Elaina kept talking. "He tries too hard to be the best in everything. He's smart enough to ask for help when he needs it, but he's full of pride. I hope he grows up someday."

"He will," Edmund said with a chuckle. They sat for a moment more, awkwardly. "Would like to take a walk with me?"

"Edmund," she said with a laugh. "It's cold."

"Yes, but not as cold as it has been. It's getting warmer."

"You are insane. Oh, alright," she said, grinning. Truth be told, she could not resist the little-boy-look on his face.

They got up and went out the back door into the garden. Well, it wasn't much of a garden because the trees were bare and no flowers grew. Snow concealed the ground and the sky was a pale blue. It was cold, but it was "a winter wonderland". They were simply walking, enjoying the other's company. Edmund looked over at where Elaina was walking and found himself alone. He looked around curiously and suddenly...WHACK! A snowball hit him on the back of the head. It broke and sprayed him with a shower of snow. Elaina's laughter came from behind a bush close by. She came out, doubled over.

"You should have seen the look on your face!" she exclaimed, still laughing when another snowball came and hit her on the shoulder. She looked at Edmund, with a comical gaping mouth.

"Why, Edmund, didn't your mother ever tell you it's not nice to hit a lady?"

"Well, you threw one first." He replied with a goofy smile. They both laughed and had a snowball fight. Yes, rather childish, but fun. By the time they were each covered in snow, they were slower and didn't follow eachother as quickly. Edmund hid behind a tree. He could hear Elaina's footsteps close by. He jumped out and let fly. Nothing was there but a rabbit. So instead of hitting Elaina, the snowball sailed over and missed the hare by a few inches.

"'Ey! Watch yourself mate!" the fluffy bunny cried. "Oh, a thousand apologies, Your Highness."

"That's alright." He replied, turning back to the tree. SMACK!

"I got you," she said teasingly. "I think that we should go—" and then, without even thinking, Edmund kissed her in mid-sentence. He broke from her and she looked up at him.

"I—I'm sorry," he stuttered. "I shouldn't have. I just—I'm sorry—I—"

"Don't be," she whispered, putting a finger to his lips. She pulled his lips to hers gently.

Wow, was the only thought in his head.

Next thing he knew, he was awake in his bed with a throbbing headache. Light was pouring in through the wide stained-glass window of his room. He shoved his head under the pillow. Too much light! Ugh, why does my head hurt so badly? He tried to remember what he did the day before that might have caused this. For about ten minutes, he was completely blank. Then, he remembered a small bit of what happened last night...

They were sitting by the fireplace, with two empty bottles of wine beside them. He was pouring two more drinks from another bottle, already half-empty, but he kept missing the goblets and splashing the floor because he was laughing so hard. So was Elaina. What they were laughing about was a complete mystery to both of them. They were sure something had started it, but now, it didn't really matter. Edmund hiccupped. Unless you have not guessed yet, they were drunker than a pair of mules.

Soon, they both were worn out by the alcohol and proceeded to lean back against a wall. He kissed her forehead. They sat there, completely content with eachother and themselves. They had almost fallen asleep on the other's shoulder when Peter barged in, loudly asking what the were doing and why Elaina was not back at the inn. Then after that, he vaguely remembered being dragged to his bed, he himself too drunk to walk up the stairs alone. Now he was here.

"Ugh," he grunted. "Peter is going to kill me."

oooohhh! things are going kinda fast, i know, but i hate it when stories go slow. i like to get to the good stuff quick, so DEAL WITH IT! lol, just joshin' ya'll. REVIEW, I SAY! REVIEW! and thanks to the two i got about and hour after putting this story on here.

elenamindollin, Ed's looks will come in time...but where to put that in...ok, here's a thought, he looks like Orlando Bloom only a tad bit younger...so he's really hott.