I am so sorry for the long delay. I have had two major tests and a 15 page research paper to do, but the good news is that now that those are done with updates should be more frequent. I apologize for the extremely short chapter. I just wanted to get something out there. Also my other story Recurrences will also be updated as soon as possible.
(This is not the best chapter I have ever written. I am just trying to get back into the swing of things.)
Days went on and Narnia was still on edge. Oreius wouldn't even allow Peter, Susan and Lucy to roam the castle without being escorted by one of his most trusted soldiers. He would have done it himself but he was too busy ruling out whether or not Edmund's death was an accident or assassination. He felt that it was his duty to Edmund's siblings.
He and the rest of his cavalry thought it to be an assassination. They knew that it could be possible that someone could have accidentally missed but that occasion has never occurred before.
If it was an assassination Oreius had a pretty good idea of who the killer could have been. He knew that when they fought the battle against the white witch that not all of her followers were imprisoned or killed, which meant that there was a very good possibility that one of them were after the Kings and Queens.
Peter spent most of his time grieving for his brother. He would rarely leave his room and scarcely ever spoke to Lucy and Susan. He fought the urge to completely brake down every time he saw the empty throne next to his. He knew that his brother was most likely happy in Aslan's Country, but he couldn't help being selfish and wishing that he was there right now alive. He felt alone and lost without his brother. He wished it was him. It should have been me.
Lucy wasn't as bad as Peter but she still wasn't her lively peppy self. She would run to Peter's or Susan's room every night and just cry in their arms until they were both asleep. She was also constantly on the lookout for Aslan. She hoped to see him very had a hard time wrapping her head around the fact that Aslan didn't show to Edmund's funeral.
Susan mourned for her brother but she never really had much of a bond with him.
Of course they were all close but Susan and Edmund didn't have the same close bond that he and Peter had or she had with Lucy and Lucy with Peter. She would mainly just hold Peter and Lucy as the made rivers of tears.
No one knew what the future would hold. But everyone knew that they would have to stick together.
This has not been edited yet so I apologize for any mistakes in grammar.