During desperate times, people proved to resort to drastic measures.
At the Battle of Beruna, for instance, Peter swore he would never forget the heartbreaking sight of Edmund desperately sword-fighting against the White Witch, and being stabbed, almost to death for it…
All for Aslan…for Narnia…for him, the High King…
Then there was the time, 1300 Narnian years passed, when he himself planned the castle raid, desperate enough to foolishly follow his ego, to think that the mission, sure to accomplish, would not be prone to failure, the exact fate it met…
Now, trapped behind a door inside the Professor's, the word 'desperate' called to him again, this time in the form of Susan…
Whatever it was, that heavy feeling in Peter's heart urged him to go on, to violate that one forbidden item on his 'Never, ever going to be caught doing the following' list: Eavesdropping.
"Shh, Lu, come on," he whispered, motioning Lucy to come closer, "Put your ear on the door."
Her face obviously unconvinced, Lucy's eyes widened at her 'do-good' brother, "No, you're kidding me. Peter Pevensie, the no-detentions-ever Peter, Eavesdropping?"
Peter mock-hit Lucy on her shoulder, "Shut up," he said, his voice hushed, "I'm…we are…doing this for Susan, aren't we, Lu?"
Before Lucy could answer, there were already muffled noises starting outside.
"Quick, hurry, if you're really going to do this," Lucy suddenly did what Peter ordered a second ago, now paying intent attention.
"Now that's my Lucy," Peter nodded semi-seriously, leaning in to listen as well. "So we'll know what they're up to."
"Caspian," the first voice was Mr. Pevensie's, the children remembering it well, having heard this gentle sound often before bed, "Susan, you two love each other?"
"Yes, Father," Susan answered, her voice firm and clear.
"George," Mrs. Pevensie said in a soothing tone, the one they usually heard her use to calm Father down, "I have heard them said this already, and the others, even Peter, have confirmed the fact. As well as that he would, well, take care of her."
"But this is—"
"—Susan, our daughter," agreed Mrs. Pevensie, "I know, dear. We have had this talk before, haven't we, Susan?"
No answer, but as Peter and Lucy had guessed, Susan dutifully nodded.
"Then," said Mr. Pevensie with a sigh, the couple holding their breaths, "I trust you would keep your promise and care for her to the best of your ability, with her as your wife. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, sir," Caspian spoke up for the first time.
There was a patting noise, Lucy imagining in her mind that Mother was probably patting Susan's—and perhaps Caspian's—shoulders, "We trust you, Susan, to make the right choice. Even your brother," here Peter smiled to himself, "Approved, so I know Caspian must be quite fine. For you, my darling."
More ruffling sounds, joyful cheers, one of them Susan's, "Thank you, Mother, thank you."
"Well, if Peter hasn't said it already," said Mr. Pevensie, "Welcome to the family, Caspian."
That moment the said Pevensie himself and Lucy sprung from the door, laughing in euphoria, while Mrs. Pevensie wagged a finger at them, saying, "Oh, you lot'll never grow up, will you?"
"But, Helen, where is Edmund? Hasn't he been gone for hours now since we arrived?" questioned Mr. Pevensie, hesitating everyone still in the celebration atmosphere.
As if by magic, the Pevensies and Caspian sighted a mob of black, messy hair poking out at the door, showing the middle brother's wet-but-grinning-idiotically face. "Hey, everyone! Oh, hello Father, Mother."
Running in to hug his dearly missed parents, Edmund scanned the looks on the siblings, "Sorry, Peter, you know we went into one of those caves, and, guess what, the tides came up. Got stuck."
Peter ruffled his brother's hair adoringly, "You little Romeo," he smiled, "And I guess, being the gentleman that you are, you've probably walked her home to get here this late, haven't you?"
The 'mph' sound from Mrs. Pevensie's embrace told Peter his observation was correct.
Hands shaken, hugs distributed, and 'Good night's,' said, Mr. and Mrs. Pevensie excused themselves for the night, for 'the children to rest,' as Mrs. Pevensie put it.
The Pevensies were sitting grouped around the circular table at one corner of the majestic dining room, Susan by Caspian's side, "You know what this means, right?" said Susan, beaming.
"What, that we're going to cry you a river, all because we have to see you go now?" suggested Edmund, still keeping up his grin.
"Cheeky, cheeky," muttered Peter, "It's not funny, Ed. When that moment comes, I promise you it won't."
"We'll make you cry as hard as possible," a voice teasefully said, everyone staring at him, Caspian X, in doubt.
Him? Joking?
Impossible!
The Pevensies laughed, "Oh, Caspian, are you catching on well!" Lucy added, holding out her hand to shake with him, which he returned the shake gratefully, Peter slapping him on the back in a friendly way.
Edmund, on the other hand, was so blank with Caspian's sentence he did not know what to say.
"What, Ed," said Lucy, "Cat got your tongue?"
More smiles…
"Anyway," continued the bride-to-be, serious once more, "You all know what this means, the approval to get married?"
Her siblings and Caspian whooping, Lucy yelled in delight, "The wedding planning can get started!"
Pieces of paper maybe the simplest objects of daily life, yet some of these were what actually changed our lives.
"A wedding! Whose? You're serious?"
This time Edmund almost jumped at her voice volume, only they were no longer in a cave, but Anna's cozy living room, sitting face to face on the chairs while sipping afternoon tea. He had come alone, Caspian, Susan, and Peter too busy over the wedding details like dresses, location, and food, and Lucy reluctant to 'watch the love birds flirt.' (Lucy wouldn't accept his excuse for 'no flirting,' no matter how hard he tried. Well, it was true. There was no actual flirting between the two of them. Anna and him haven't gotten very far. Still, it was a start.)
"I told you," said Edmund, smiling—who knew? He could not really stop himself from smiling, his insides going like jell-o, every time he talked to her, despite her feisty comebacks—"Susan and Caspian, like what it said on the, uh, card."
Anna took another glance at the clear pink card Edmund had handed her.
You are cordially invited to the wedding of Susan Pevensie and Caspian X of Narnia
This Sunday, lunch in Professor Kirke's garden
RSVP: Any Pevensies.
Post script: Sorry if haven't gotten this invitation to you in person.
"Susan and Caspian?" she asked, staring at Edmund's too-sure face, "But-but you said!"
"Every word I said about Narnia was true," said the brother of the bride in question, "Let me be your escort for the event, m'lady?"
"And wear that 'oh-so-nice' dress?" frowned Anna, her date's mouth twitched in hilarity, "Uh, no."
Even with her seemingly solemn face, Edmund only knew her too well to know she was doing nothing but what she was best at, joking, "Oh, come on, aren't we together?" he pleaded, taking her hands gently, a perfect proposal gesture imitation.
"You…Ed," Anna couldn't search for a word, her thoughts went illogically blank from his touch, her sentence, not sounding fierce as it should, but annoyingly 'sweet.'
"Yes, we are! For God's sake, you are my bloody boyfriend, my date." She casually leaned back in her chair, nearly freeing Edmund's grip from her hands, barely to have him hold on better. "There, satisfied?" Her voice was a mixture of joke and sarcasm.
Edmund laughed, "Don't you know that I love you, Anna?"
If he had not seen Anna blush before, his untimely declaration had definitely brought out the slightest shade of pink, which she almost immediately hid, on her face.
"Oh, of course not, Ed," she managed, Edmund guessing and hoping that she felt that same way too about him.
Whatever the love in his 'I love you,' meant, whether first love, love at first sight from the marketplace, true love, or the love that would last forever, Edmund was still unsure of that bubbly feeling of happiness inside.
For all he knew, he and Anna had a long way to discover…
A/N: Yes! The Wedding!
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