AN: There's a sort of longer note at the bottom. I won't be offended if you choose to skip it, however. I felt I needed to justify some things, even if they were just for myself, and thought you might be interested!

Chapter 10

Lucy, Susan, Georgie and Edmund continued eating breakfast in silence, the only sounds in the room coming from forks scraping against plates or the occasional clink of a glass being set back on the table. The four exchanged nervous glances, obviously worried about the Council meeting and the heated argument between Caspian and Peter. When they finished eating, Lucy and Susan left in search of Peter and Caspian. They hoped perhaps they could calm the two down so a repeat argument, or something worse, wouldn't happen during the meeting.

Edmund suggested he and Georgie take a walk outside, stating, "There's too much tension in this castle. I need some air to clear my head." Together they walked to the eastern grounds of the castle, stopping at the top of a cliff that overlooked the ocean and beach below. "It's so beautiful here," Georgie remarked, sighing at the magnificent view.

"Yeah, it's great," Edmund said quietly. He sat on the ground, leaning back on his hands and stretching his legs out in front of him. "I like to come out here when I need to be alone and think."

Georgie stared down at him, her eyes widening as the realization of his words sank in. Edmund was sharing a special place with her, trusting her enough to be near him when he needed to be alone. She sank down next to him, curling her legs beneath her long dress. "What do you think about here?" she asked.

"Nothing deep," he chuckled. "I just come here to clear my head, when the burdens of being king begin to pile up. When my siblings' problems begin to become my own." He turned and smirked at her. "Or when my brother's just being an ass." Georgie laughed at his description of Peter. "No," Edmund began, shaking his head and looking up at the sky. "He really is just trying to do what he feels is right, whether it's right or not. Not that he chooses wrong, he just makes mistakes. I suppose that's always been his flaw; he tries so hard to be a good leader and king that he occasionally makes mistakes, which sometimes causes more damage than necessary. The best part of him, though, is that he admits when he's wrong and learns from his mistakes."

"You admire him a lot," Georgie stated.

Edmund smiled and nodded. "Aslan help me, I do. He's often the biggest thorn in my side, forgetting that I'm not a child anymore and that I can handle things myself. But I still admire his goodness and selflessness when it comes to ruling our country."

The two sat in silence for several minutes before Georgie asked, "Why do King Caspian and King Peter argue like they do? They were nearly frightening this morning!"

Edmund chuckled, "They were, weren't they? Although, I honestly would have liked to have given both of them a good thrashing and told them to grow up." He sighed before continuing, "I think their biggest problem is that they're too much alike. They both want to be good, strong leaders for Narnia and both want what's best for the Narnians. However, neither actually sees this trait in the other. In Caspian, Peter only sees the timid child he once was when Aslan named him King of Narnia. And in Peter, Caspian only sees the bossy older brother Peter can be."

"But aren't they the same age?" Georgie asked.

"Nearly. Caspian's almost a year younger than Peter. But to watch them you'd think they were both children arguing over a cookie." Georgie smiled, remembering some of the other petty arguments she had witnessed between the two kings. They had acted like children. "When it comes down to it, Caspian is king. Peter, as High King, does have a higher status, but when we decided to stay in Narnia he made the decision to help Caspian, rather than rule in his place. He wants Caspian to be a great king. We all do. But Peter has a hard time accepting that not everyone wants to do things his way. He comes around eventually though, then he's easier to be around him."

"What do you think was wrong between them at breakfast?" Georgie asked.

Edmund shrugged. "There's really no telling, but I suspect it has something to do with a voyage Caspian wants to take. Although," he paused, his brow knitting together. "I had thought we had that matter sorted. Peter was supposed to be alright with it."

Sighing, he pushed himself up from the ground, standing. "I think we should be heading back inside. The Council meeting should begin shortly and I can't be late." Georgie nodded, taking the hand Edmund offered to her, pulling her up.

Edmund walked through the door leading to the Council's chambers, surprised to see his siblings and Caspian already sitting in their thrones at the front of the room. These thrones were much simpler than the ones in the Great Hall, made of intricately carved and polished wood rather than the gold their others were made of. The Council, no surprise to Edmund, had already taken its spots in chairs around the room, looking anxious and annoyed at the king who entered later than the others.

"Nice of you to join us Ed," Peter said sarcastically.

"Peter," Susan said softly, placing her hand on her brother's arm.

Edmund rolled his eyes. "Oh come off it. It hasn't been an hour since breakfast and you know it. I'm not late, you all are just uncommonly early," he said, taking his place next to his brother. A few of the Council members chuckled, quickly covering them up with guffaws as not to encourage the young monarchs in such talk that the Council felt was inappropriate for the kings and queens of Narnia.

"Lord Regent," Caspian said, turning to Trumpkin, who was seated in the first seat closest to the monarchs.

Trumpkin nodded and stood, turning to face his fellow Council members. "This meeting of the Council will begin. We have gathered to discuss the voyage His Majesty, King Caspian, wishes to embark on to find seven lords who were sent from Narnia and are currently unaccounted for. King Caspian wishes to leave at the end of the month, sailing on the Dawn Treader to the Lone Islands and then beyond, if necessary, accompanied by King Edmund and Queen Lucy." Murmurs and angry whispers spread throughout the Council members.

"What?!" Edmund yelled, jumping out of his seat.

Lucy gasped loudly, turning towards her siblings, her eyes wide with surprised at hearing her name.

"Did you know about this, Peter? Is this why the two of you fought this morning?" Edmund growled, turning to stare at his brother.

"Of course I knew about it. Caspian wanted you to go in the first place. What we fought about was Lucy's involvement in this!" Peter said angrily, glaring at Caspian.

"I've had enough," Edmund said, storming towards the chambers' doors.

"Ed, stop!" Peter called after his brother.

Edmund turned, staring coldly at his older brother. "A word?" Edmund said, his voice deadly quiet as he nodded to the door. "Outside?" He turned and jerked open the doors, storming through them. Peter stood and walked angrily after his younger brother, closing the doors behind.

"You kept this from me? Do I now not get a say in what I do?" Edmund spat once both brothers were in the hall.

"Yes, I kept it from you. I had my reasons. When will you all stop getting so angry at me for not telling you every detail I know?" Peter retorted.

"When you start telling us details we have a right to know!" Edmund bellowed, being unable to hold back his anger.

"Caspian was still unsure about taking this voyage. It was only this morning that he informed me of his intent to follow through with it. Yes, I knew he wanted you to accompany him. But I also wanted him to make his own decisions without influence from any of us and, if he still wanted to sail, for him to ask you himself," Peter explained, turning away from his brother, placing one hand on the wall next to him.

Edmund felt some of his anger draining from him. "You don't want me to go," he stated.

Peter turned quickly, fury appearing on his face. "Of course I don't want you to go!" he yelled, throwing his arms in the air.

"Why? Do you think I can't handle it? That I'll somehow wind up in trouble, unable to take care of myself?"

"Oh Ed, that isn't it at all and you know it. Of course I know you can handle it. Handle it better than Caspian ever could, I wager. And you certainly can take care of yourself, there's no doubt in my mind regarding that. You've proven it time and time again," Peter said.

"Then what is it?" Edmund said, his frustration at his brother growing.

"I don't want you to disappear and not come home!" Peter yelled.

"What are you talking about?" Edmund asked, confused at his brother's admission.

Peter sighed and ran his hand through his hair, knocking his golden crown off center. "I worry about that, you know. That we'll all get separated, disappear from Narnia like last time. I hate the idea of letting you out of my sight, not knowing where you are, worried that you won't come back and I'll have lost my brother. My best friend."

Edmund stared at his brother before bursting into laughter. Peter spun to look at him, his eyes narrowing at his younger brother's reaction. "Pete, you've got it all wrong. Aslan gave us the choice to stay, and we took it. He wouldn't send us away, not separately. I'll come back; you have my word on it."

The two brothers stared at each other, an understanding and apology passing between them, before Peter grabbed Edmund and hugged him.

"Now, now, none of that mushiness," Edmund chuckled when Peter released him. He threw an arm around his older brother's shoulders and said, "Let's get back in there before they come out to see if I've run you through with my sword."

Peter snorted at his brother's joke. As if he could even get close enough to consider running me through, the little amateur.

The two brothers walked through the Council chambers' doors to find Susan and Lucy arguing, Caspian trying to intervene between the two sisters. The Council members were yelling at each other, disagreeing on elements of Caspian's voyage. Peter and Edmund sighed simultaneously and walked back to their thrones. Stepping up the two stairs to the raised platform where the thrones sat, Peter turned to the room and yelled, "Enough!"

The room became silent and all eyes turned to look at him. The Council members sat back in their respective seats, ready to hear the decision the two kings had made. Susan and Lucy also returned to their thrones, each sending dark glances at the other.

"After discussion, King Edmund and I have come to a decision regarding his role in King Caspian's voyage. If King Caspian still wishes to sail," he began, turning to Caspian, who nodded his wish to still travel. "Then King Edmund will accompany him on his voyage. I value his judgment and trust that he is making the right decision to assist in the mission to find the lost lords." The Council members broke into applause, several standing in support of their king's decision.

"But what about me?" cried Lucy, jumping from her throne. The applause died down as the kings and queen turned to stare at her.

"I don't..." began Peter, but Caspian interrupted him. "If I may. I wish for Queen Lucy to accompany me because I feel her presence will be crucial to our voyage. She is the most well-versed of all of us in the protocol of diplomacy and has shown to be easily accepted by visiting dignitaries and ambassadors from other nations," he explained to the Council.

"But she's too young!" Susan exclaimed. "How can we let her sail on a voyage that has no definite destination?"

"I can do this, Susan!" Lucy yelled. "You all think I'm just a child, but I'm not! Who was it who helped lead the army when the Calormenes attacked Anvard? Me! Who was it who helped Aslan all those times? Me! Who was it that helped you all time and time again saving Narnia? Me! I can take care of myself, with or without your approval!"

Susan's mouth opened, but nothing came out. She was astonished at Lucy's outburst, having never heard her little sister so angry. Peter, although reluctant to let his youngest sister sail with Caspian, had learned from his argument with Edmund that they couldn't always protect their younger siblings and that, as Lucy had pointed out, they had both been through many greater dangers than this. He sighed and put his arm around Susan's shoulders. "She has a point, Su. I think we have to let her go, as much as I hate it," he said.

Lucy squealed, and ran to hug her oldest brother, cheers ringing out through the room from the Council members (who kindly excused Lucy's undignified response to the High King's decision). Lucy let go of Peter and turned to Susan, whose somber face was laced with fear for her sister. "Don't worry, Su," Lucy said cheerfully. "I'll bring you back something pretty."

Susan's face broke into a wide smile and she laughed at her sister before throwing her arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I'll miss you," she whispered in her ear before letting her go. Susan smoothed Lucy's hair in a motherly gesture before turning to face the Council.

"So then it's settled," Caspian announced. "We sail in two weeks."

Georgie paced her bed chamber, the book she had been reading abandoned on the floor after reading the same line three times in a row. What could be keeping them? The meeting has lasted hours! she thought, worried about what they could be discussing. Aslan's words continued to enter her mind, making her fearful that something bad would come and attempt to harm the kings and queens. Georgie stopped and turned to the door, deciding that she would go find someone who could tell her when the Council meeting would end. She began walking towards it when it suddenly burst open.

Lucy bounced into the room, yelling "I get to travel with Caspian and Edmund!" She grabbed Georgie's hands and began bouncing up and down. "Isn't it exciting?" "

Where are you traveling?" Georgie asked, finding it hard to share in Lucy's excitement, as she knew nothing of the planned trip.

"I don't know! But we leave in two weeks! Oh, I should start packing. Will you help me? Oh, I hope we find the lost lords! I wonder if I should bring my cordial?" Lucy said excitedly, talking quickly as she began listing the things she wanted to bring on the trip.

"There you are!" came a voice from the door. Georgie turned to see Susan peeking in, shaking her head at her sister's behavior. "Lucy, will you leave poor Lady Georgiana alone? I'm fairly sure she doesn't want you bouncing all over her room rambling about a trip she most likely knows nothing of," Susan said.

Lucy turned and rolled her eyes at her sister. "Oh Georgiana, it's going to be a wonderful trip!" she breathed.

"Perhaps you could tell me about it? That way, I can share in your excitement over it?" Georgie suggested, amused by the younger girl's enthusiasm.

Lucy began quickly telling her about the seven lost Lords and Caspian's plans to find them.

The next two weeks were spent preparing Caspian, Edmund and Lucy for their voyage. New traveling clothes were made for the three, as well as clothing for both warmer and colder weather. Not knowing what they would find made packing difficult, Edmund commenting, "We've packed enough clothes to outfit the entire Lone Islands with some left over for whoever else we may find!"

Edmund and Caspian spent time with the ship's captain, Drinian, studying maps and plotting the best route to reach the nearby islands of Galma and Terebinthia, and then from there to the Lone Islands. Lucy oversaw preparations for supplies, suggesting foods and drinks to be packed, as well as any items to be used as gifts from Narnia for those they might meet during their travels. Any spare time the three had was spent on the training grounds, Edmund and Caspian practicing sparring with Peter while Lucy trained with Susan, Georgie and the other Narnian archers.

The night before the voyage a large feast was held in honor of those who sailed. The entire crew of the Dawn Treader and Council members were there, along with a few lords and ladies of the castle. Speeches were given by several, including King Peter and Queen Susan, speaking of well wishes for a safe journey and successful travels.

During dessert, Peter leaned towards his siblings, Caspian and Georgie and said, "I hope you all don't mind, but I wrote to Anvard of your plans to travel and to let the princess know that she would have to visit at a later date when you returned." The Princess of Archenland, Laira, was to visit Narnia, in hopes that she might make a good match with Peter (her father's idea) and to unite Archenland and Narnia through marriage (her father's idea again). Peter, remembering the clumsy and awkward 14 year old girl he had met after defeating Miraz, had dreaded her visit for months.

"I suppose it's just as well. We would hate to miss meeting your future bride," Edmund said, laughing at the angry look Peter shot him.

"The king has been inviting us for months to visit though. After I canceled our plans with the princess, he wrote insisting that Susan and I spend three months at Anvard and attend their annual festival," Peter said, sighing. "I suppose we'll have to take him up on it."

Susan let out a quiet groan. "I had hoped you and I could do some traveling of our own while the others are away. I spoke with Trumpkin and he said he felt comfortable ruling in our stead if we should decide to leave as well. It's been so long since we've visited other areas in Narnia that I thought we could go and see how the other parts of our country are faring," she said, disappointed that her plans might be cancelled.

"Actually, that might be a good idea. We could travel for a few months then still make it to Anvard in time for the festival," Peter said, happy to have an excuse to delay visiting Anvard.

"Wait, what about Georgiana? What's she supposed to do while all five of us are gone?" Edmund asked, worried that she would be left alone with nothing to do.

The kings and queens looked at Georgie, who quickly gulped down her bite of the dessert she had been eating during their discussion and held up her hands, palms forward. "Don't worry about me!" she laughed. "I actually have plans for when you are gone. Trumpkin has promised me Narnia lessons."

The five laughed loudly. "What, exactly, are 'Narnia lessons'?" Edmund teased.

"He told me he would explain to me about how the country is run, how to interact with diplomats, what type of trade Narnia does with various countries. Those sort of things. Narnia lessons," Georgie explained, excited to learn more about her new country.

"Whatever makes you happy, Lady Georgiana," Peter said, shuddering at the thought of having to take "Narnia lessons" from Trumpkin.

The Dawn Treader was set to sail in the morning, right after sunrise. Georgie, having not slept well from worry for her friends, woke when a loud knock sounded on her door. She turned in her bed as the door opened, the gentle light from a candle filling the doorway. Susan stood in it, fully dressed. "Come on, Lady Georgiana. It's almost time for them to leave. We want you to come see everyone off with us," she said, entering Georgie's room and setting her candle on a bedside table. Georgie climbed out of bed as Susan began searching through the wardrobe, pulling out dresses one at a time, considering them quickly before rejecting and rehanging them.

"Just pick one, Your Majesty," Georgie said sleepily.

Susan giggled and turned, "Testy in the morning, aren't we?" She pulled out a deep purple dress and handed it to Georgie. "Yes, this will do well. Hurry and dress. We're all down in the dining room eating breakfast." Susan turned and walked to the door, stopping when she got there and facing Georgie. "You coming to see them off will mean a lot to them. Especially Edmund," Susan said before stepping out and closing the door.

Georgie found herself walking not towards the dining room, but out the castle doors and to the cliff overlooking the ocean Edmund had shown her. She stood, arms wrapped around her waist against the cool morning. They're leaving, she thought. They'll be gone, for who knows how long? What if they don't come back? Her worries over losing her friends had increased over the last several days, knowing she would miss them and that she would be devastated if anything happened to them. She had tried to spend as much time with them, but felt it wasn't enough. What will I do without them? Lucy's cheeriness, Caspian's kindness, Edmund's... she let out a small sigh that sounded near to a whimper. Just Edmund. He had become her favorite, always there with a joke or a comforting word, always knowing exactly what to say in exactly the right moments.

"Out here again, Georgiana?" Georgie turned to see Edmund jogging towards her, a grin forming on his face as he neared her. She returned it before turning back to the view of the ocean. The sun had just risen and had illuminated the ocean, creating gold streaks across its deep blue surface. "If you're not careful, you'll end up spending more time here than I do," he said jokingly as he stood next to her.

"I just can't seem to get enough of these sunrises. I never saw them until I was here. They seem so magical."

"They are, when you watch them," he said softly.

"Georgiana!" Georgie smiled, knowing Edmund would be the one to find her standing on the cliff. "Still with the sunrises?" he asked, standing beside her and nudging her gently with his elbow.

"I told you I can't get enough of them." She sighed, looking up at the sky, blinking back the tears that suddenly began to fill her eyes.

"Hey, none of that," Edmund gently said, grabbing her shoulders and turning her to look at him.

Georgie wiped her eyes quickly. "I know, I'm not sure what came over me. I'll just miss you three," she said softly.

"Well," he said, putting a finger under her chin and gently nudging it up so she was looking at him. "the sooner we leave, the sooner we can get back and you can celebrate our return. So dry those eyes and come see me off!"

Georgie laughed at his obvious excitement and nodded. He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the docks where the Dawn Treader was ready to sail.

The Pevensies hugged each other, each giving advice of "take care of yourself" and "stay out of trouble" and "don't drink too much wine" to the others, the last bit of advice being given to Edmund by Susan, both recalling an incident at Caspian's 18th birthday celebration involving a shovel, a tunic and the 14-year old son of a visiting noble from Galma. No one cared to talk much about that night.

"Yes mum," Edmund laughed, kissing Susan on the cheek.

Georgie hugged Caspian, saying "Good luck, Your Majesty. I know you'll find what it is you're looking for."

Caspian smiled at her and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Although I was not at the time, I am glad that Trumpkin captured you and brought you into our lives. You've become a wonderful friend since we met you. Take care of yourself while we're gone."

"Georgiana!" Lucy cried, throwing her arms around Georgie, causing Caspian to step back to avoid being knocked over. Georgie returned Lucy's hug as Lucy said "I'm going to miss you so much! But think of all the exciting tales I shall have when I get back!"

Georgie laughed and said "I look forward to hearing them. You'd better bring me back some good ones!"

"I will, I will! I'll try to write you if I can. Hopefully I can!" Lucy said, releasing Georgie.

Georgie knew she had only one person left to say goodbye to, one she knew would be the hardest to see leave. She turned to see Edmund standing close to her, a smirk on his face. "Your Majesty," she began, but was quickly cut off by Edmund.

"None of that 'Your Majesty' nonsense. I told you that you should call me 'Edmund,'" he said in mock sternness.

Georgie smiled and reminded him, "You said I should call you that when it was just the two of us alone. Clearly," she said, sweeping her arm towards the large group of people surrounding them, "we are not alone."

"Hmm," Edmund muttered, scratching his chin, pretending to be in deep thought. "Well then, I give you permission to call me 'Edmund' regardless of audiences," he said, sounding quite royal in Georgie's opinion.

She let out a loud laugh before answering, "Alright, Edmund it is. And if you insist on me calling you that, then I give you leave to call me Georgie. All my good friends called me that before I came here."

"Georgie?' Edmund asked skeptically.

"What? You don't like it?" she asked.

"Well, I don't know. Georgie. Georgie," he repeated, as if trying it out. "Nope. Personally, I don't think it fits you. It sounds like a name out of a bad nursery rhyme," he said, a sly grin on his face.

Georgie giggled, "It is, actually. There's one that starts out "Georgie Porgie," which my mother used to call me when I was little. I despised it, because the rhyme was about a little boy," she said, laughing at the silly rhyme.

"Well then, Georgiana. Since I'm going to refuse to call you "Georgie," while I'm away I shall have to come up with another name to call you. It'll give me something to do when we're not fighting pirates or braving the high seas," he teased.

"I suspect you would do better to rest when you're not busy doing those things. Otherwise you'll probably be completely useless and King Caspian may just leave you on an island," Georgie pointed out, teasing Edmund back.

He laughed and pulled her into a tight hug. "Take care of yourself," she whispered. "I expect you to be here when I return," he whispered back.

Caspian, Lucy and Edmund boarded the Dawn Treader and waved to the remaining Pevensies and Georgie, who stood with arms wrapped around each other, as the boat began its voyage. "There they go," Susan sighed, a tear running down her cheek.

"Yes, there they go," Peter replied.

After several long minutes of watching the departing ship sail away, Peter said, "I guess we should be preparing for our trip as well."

Susan nodded, "Maybe if we're busy, it won't seem like they'll be gone as long." The two turned to walk back to the castle.

"You coming Lady Georgiana?" Peter asked, noticing she wasn't following.

"In a minute," she said softly. He nodded and began walking back with Susan.

Georgie turned back to look at the ship, now almost a dot on the horizon.

Maybe, she thought. If I keep busy...

Aforementioned AN: Hello readers! If you've made it this far in my little story, I'm guessing you're enjoying it! If you're not, I'm not really sure why you've made it this far. Thanks to all of those who have given me such positive reviews; I never thought how happy they would make me! Although, being a glutton for compliments, I typically enjoy anything that feeds my ego. Now for my justifications (Although I'm not really sure I need to make them, as I'm really just writing this to satisfy my need to see this story play out. Certain scenes have been dancing in my head for a while now and I thought it would be fun to explore them. I just enjoy explaining my reasoning behind things!)

First off, the Pevensies. I've really enjoyed writing about them and developing their characters. I'm almost sad to see them leave! For a while now I've been pretty captivated with Edmund, finding him extremely interesting. The poor kid goes through a lot and has to live with his past every day. I often wonder if I ever met the two Pevensie brothers (grown, of course) which one would I like more. Peter's pretty much the logical choice, but Edmund would be the far more exciting choice, tortured soul and all. Or at least that's how I see him! Peter's the one I really relate to, me being the oldest sibling like himself. I know how protective I feel about my younger siblings, even though they're nearly grown, so I understand how Peter sometimes forgets his sibling's abilities to handle themselves without him. Lucy, well... Lucy's never been my favorite. I think whenever she's portrayed (however how well she's portrayed) some elements of her are left out. I've always seen Lucy as the annoying kid sister, who everyone but me thinks is adorable, always finding herself in some scrape. But, at the end of the day, she bravely pulls through for her friends and family and you love her for it. I felt I was sort of ignoring this part of Lucy, which is why she had the outburst during the Council meeting. Good for her, right? Which brings us to Susan... I've never really felt overly drawn to Susan for some reason, but since writing this I've really begun to like her. I had a plan for her at first, but since writing more about her, she may turn out to surprise us all!

As for Caspian... well, I had originally wanted him to be a bigger part in this story, but figured his story's already written, so he's been left in the background for now.

Secondly, sending the Pevensies away. As I said, I'm sad to see them leave, but I have two main reasons for them leaving:

1) Edmund and Lucy actually do travel with Caspian (if you haven't read Voyage of the Dawn Treader yet, I suggest you do so!), so they had to go. Some of Caspian's adventures on the Dawn Treader wouldn't actually happen without them! Also, since Caspian originally had left Trumpkin to rule in his stead while he sailed, I thought it would be a good idea to have Peter and Susan do some traveling of their own.

2) I've been ignoring Georgie too much. She hasn't really developed, so I thought with the Pevensies away she could have some time to grow as a character. She's still a mystery to me, so I wanted some alone time with her. I know what I want her to do and where I want her to end up, I'm just not sure how she's going to get her there.

Finally (yes, I know, FINALLY), a note about Georgiana's name. Long story short, I've loved the name for years and really want to name my daughter that (if I ever have one), calling her Georgie for short. However, with my luck, my husband will hate it and will want to name our hypothetical daughter something gross, like Madge. So, I figured I'd use the name, getting some use out of it just in case. Luckily, I guess, after calling Georgiana "Georgie" throughout this story, I've realized the nickname isn't quite as cute as I thought. Which is why I had Edmund hate it and want to come up with something else. Hopefully, he'll come up with something good. Which of course, I know he will, because I'll simply make him.