A/N: Sorry for the very long wait, everyone. Life has been a little crazy, with school, and the holidays and all that. I also sort of forgot about this story too, and for that I am sorry... Hopefully I can finish this soon.

Eleven:

"Edmund, either you put the napkins on the table right, or you don't and you go away!" Princess Jane barks at him. He looks up and sighs.

"Right..Sorry.." He places the napkins on their right place, and continues doing so as Jane follows with silverware.

Edmund was surprised the Princess was even talking to him, after all, apparently "a bit" wasn't enough for her, and apparently it wasn't enough for him. He knew she was angry, he knew very well. And he also knew Lucy purposely stuck them together in the Dining Hall. Probably one of her methods of having them work it out, or maybe she just didn't care. Edmund was trying to believe it was the first thought.

Everyday Lucy was getting more irate, and she never smiled. Edmund worried. Everyone was worried, including Jane who was especially angry at Edmund for being such a pain in the you know what. She was ready to slap him repeatedly until sense was knocked back into him. She was thankful her father had left the previous week, because she knew she wouldn't be angry with Edmund when she finally had enough, because then she knew she'd be kissing him passionately or something along the lines of that. She couldn't remember falling for him, but she knew she had, and her feet would defiantly be planted on the ground firmly until she got to taste his lips. Oh, how rebellious and forbidden it had sounded. She liked it.

"Jane?" The princess looked up to see Edmund's face inches from hers.

"It's Princess," She spits back, walking around him to put more silverware on the few napkins he had placed when she had been off in wonderland.

"I'm sorry."

"Princess Jane?" Both Edmund and Jane looked at each other with the same pained expression. Princess May had walked into the Dining Hall, obviously seeing this last scene, and they both saw a new hope sparkling in those pretty, yet deceiving eyes.

"Yes?"

"I can take over," She says smiling sweetly, but adds, "if you'd like?" Jane sighs before placing the basket of silverware in May's arms and smiles gratefully.

"Thank you." She looks at Edmund without that sweet look she used to use. When they were alone May began to shake her head and make little 'tsk' noises.

"What?" Edmund asked impatiently after a minute of listening to it.

"Trouble in paradise?"

"It is none of your business."

"Oh, I suppose it isn't."

"Yes," Edmund muttered.

"You know I'm only marrying your brother for you, right?"

"No, and honestly, Princess, I do not care."

"I love you."

"And the feelings are never going to be mutual." May had put down the basket now and was walking towards Edmund.

"You never even gave me a chance!"

"I didn't need too. You're too much of a snob."

"Edmund, please. Just give me-,"she started but he frowned down at her.

"I could never love you. Not only is it too late for you, but it is for me. I love someone else, and they wouldn't love me back. At least not now. Now please, put the silverware down! It is your wedding after all." Princess May looked at him in disgust. She suddenly hated him as much as she hated Lucy.

"Oh," was all she could get out as she restrained herself slapping him. Edmund was done with the napkins, and left the room rather quickly. As he turned right after going out the door, he nearly ran into Jane who only looked at him with an expressionless face, by her eyes were wet and she looked hurt and angry and sad and too many other emotions. She pushed a brown lock of hair behind her ears, before frowning harder at him, and walking into the Dining Hall to see if May needed anything.

"Princess, do you need anything?" He heard her say. Edmund leaned against the wall, letting his head bang against the cold, hard stone.

"No.." The other Princess said rather quietly.

"I'm sorry..about Edmund. He really is a heart breaker." Jane meant it. Edmund didn't know that May actually smiled at Jane. He didn't know that she nodded in agreement. He didn't know that they both knew he meant well, but he kept messing everything up.

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"Ed, are you ready for tonight?" Susan asked as Edmund sat down across from her with a plate of food. May and Jane had left quickly when he had come into the room this morning to get some breakfast.

"No," Edmund replied rather bluntly. Susan frowned wondering who stuck a stick up his butt as Lucy walked in with a steady pace. She walked in. She didn't skip in. She walked.

"'Morning, Lu!" Susan said smiling at her warmly. Lucy smiled slightly, allowing the smile wipe off her face completely a second or two later. Susan sighed. "I wish you two would stop sulking. It's a wedding. It's supposed to be a happy day, goodness gracious," and words like that from Susan were pretty much "God Dammit," So Lucy and Edmund let their eyes widen. Susan stormed out and Lucy sighed, letting her head droop down.

"I am just not happy for May or Peter. I'm not happy for Susan. Or you. Or Jane. But most of all, I'm not happy for myself."

"Me neither," Edmund said, his tone somewhat similar to Lucy's.

"I cannot help it, Edmund."

"I understand fully what you mean, Lu." Edmund looked up from his plate and saw that Lucy had tears in her eyes. "Oh..Lu.." Edmund was up in an instant and embraced his sister.

"I..Just don't like any of this. It's supposed to be your wedding, and May shouldn't be here. She's going to treat Peter horribly. And Susan.." Lucy trailed off, for she had started sobbing harder than before after she wailed, "Oh Susan!"

"What about Susan?"

"She's going to get herself pregnant if she's always running around with those guys." Edmund nodded sadly in agreement. "And Jane. She's so angry at you." Lucy was looking at him expectantly. "Tonight, at the ball, you're going to make this right. You hear me?"

"Yes, Lu. I know. I need to."

"Good."

"And what about you?" Edmund inquired, as Lucy's eyes turned dark.

"I just don't know what to do with myself anymore."

"But you can do anything you want, Lu."

"Anything?" She laughed a bitter laugh that was unlike her, before walking out of the room and Edmund worried for his sisters safety as well as her sanity. Perhaps she was a hazard to herself.