Edmund's eyes opened. He saw the terrified Lucy(Who was the same age as when she had first discovered Narnia) cowering at the foot of his bed.

"H-her Majesty says it's time to get up, Edmund," She stuttered.

He sat up and pushed Lucy out, snarling at her. She whimpered sadly. Edmund laughed and dressed. He had Susan serve him his usual breakfast, Turkish Delight. Life was good in the Queen's frozen castle. Peter'd been turned to stone the first time he'd fought back, along with the centaur Oreius. That fearful cat Aslan had gone into hiding.

Edmund made his way to the throne room, and noticed something new. There was a red head girl glaring up at Jadis with almost familiar amber eyes. Jadis was smirking down at the girl with her cold eyes.

"Edmund," Jadis called in that false sweet tone of hers. "This is the great lion Aslan's daughter. I've decided to let you decide what we should do with her."

Then it dawned on him. He was dreaming. She'd gotten into his head again. Even dead, she had control over him.

"We should kill her." He felt himself saying. He didn't want to say it, but it happened. He had no control over anything now. "I want to do it."

"Very well, my prince," Jadis handed him a dagger made of ice, and then walked down to the girl. Jadis grabbed a handful of the silky red hair and pulled back, revealing the smooth skin of her neck to him. Edmund strode foreward, pulling his arm back. He caught one look at sad amber eyes and thrust the knife into her neck watching the eyes go lifeless.

"NO!" Edmund sat up, panting heavilly. "No," he sighed. He felt the bed shift beneath him and looked down. Ashlana was still asleep, peaceful looking, despite the subconcious worry in the back of her mind that new something was wrong.

He sighed and opened a book from the bedside table. No way he was sleeping tonight.

Ashlana looked around.

"No," She whispered. She was in the slave traders room, with the trader grinning maliciously at her. She looked down. Laying on the floor was the lifeless body of Edmund, Caspian and Lucy were dead at the door. "NO!"

"Oh, yes, girlie." The trader laughed. "He won't be helping you."

He walked forward and took a handful of her hair. He forced her into a kiss, ripping her shirt down the frond and roughly massaging her breasts. She kept her eyes on Edmund, no matter how badly it hurt to look. She jerked when the trader reached down to her pants and finally noticed she was chained to the bedposts. She couldn't fight back. She felt sick.

The trader kissed down her throat and to her breasts, taking her nipple in his mouth and biting roughly. She hissed in pain. She was dreaming. She had to be. Edmund wasn't dead. Ashlana continued thinking this until she noticed she was completely naked, and the trader was positioned at her enterence. He thrust hard into her.

Ashlana woke up screaming so loudly, Edmund dropped his book. He looked over at her and saw her sobbing on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands.

"Ash." She jerked and shook her head. "Love,"

"Edmund please tell me it was a dream. That this is real and that was fake." She sobbed.

Edmund grabbed her in his arms and held her tightly.

"It was a dream. Just a dream. I'm here. I love you and I'm never leaving." He planted tiny kisses to her temple and lay back, rocking her back and forth. He watched her slowly calm down.

"What happened?" She stiffened against him again, and he rubbed her knee.

"He killed you. The slave trader killed you." Ashlana's voice sounded dead to him, and he flinched.

"No, no he didn't. Because I'm sitting right here, and I'm holding you, and I love you, and you've got my baby inside of you." He grabbed her face and made he look at him. "Got it?"

She nodded and reached foreward, wraping her arms around his neck and breathing in the cent of cinniman and spice that rolled naturally off him in sensual waves. She wondered if he'd taste like that now, instead of like the sea salt he'd tasted of on the Dawn Treader.

Edmund took a deep breath when her tounge ran from the base of his neck to his jaw.

"You taste good." Ashlana lightly blew on the trail of saliva she'd just made, and he shivered.

"We can't.." He whispered, letting her push him into a laying position.

"Who said?" she kissed him gently.

"The baby..." He moaned as she sucked on his tounge. "Oh, baby,"

"Now I don't know who you're talking about, darling,"

"Ashlana, please..." He gasped loudly when she latched onto his pulse point.

"Fine, no sex. For me, but that doesn't mean we both have to be tortured for nine months." She stopped, and pushed herself up to look into his eyes. They stared in silence for a few seconds, befor Edmund consented, pulling his shirt off. She smiled down at him and planted her knees into the mattress on either side of his hips so he couldn't get up again.

Ashlana leaned down, taking his lips in a kiss of passion and fire. She took his lower lip in between her own, and stroked the slope between his lower lip and chin. Edmund jerked, moaning loudly into her mouth. She was going to pull out all the stops on this one, he guessed.

She smiled and kissed down the front of his neck, stopping at the hollow of his throat. She ran the flat of her tounge up and over his Adam's apple, then dipping down and massaging the area below it with wide circles with her tounge. Edmund fisted the sheets under him as he felt the pleasure wash over him.

"Ash," He groaned. She laughed quietly. Not so against it now, was he? She continued to explore his hot-spots.

Ashlana ran her hand over his smooth chest. She felt his pulse jump, and his breath heaving.

She drew a circle around his areola, getting closer and closer to his nipple with her tounge. Edmund gave a low whine, curling his fingers into firey red hair. Finally, she flicked his nipple with her tounge, bighting down gently. He cried out loudly.

"Shhh," She looked up at his blissed out face. She went back up and peppered kisses across his blushing cheeks.

"S-sorry," He gasped. She nodded down at him, and kissed his lips before going back down again. She pressed her lips to his smooth stomach. Although his abs didn't show, she knew they were there, she could feel the hard muscle unter her fingers and mouth.

She lightly brushed against his bulging member and he gasped. She smiled up at him and pulled his pants down and off.

She took him in her hands, and listened to him gasp and moan her name. She let him buck his hips, and tangle his fingers in her hair. She smiled and took him carefully into her mouth, sucking as hard as she could. She squeezed his balls, begining to kneed them gently.

"Oh, God, Ash," He moaned. She licked the crown of his manhood in slow circles, giving his frenulum a few fast licks. He responded with a torrent of moans and groans. Finally, when she brought her teeth into play, lightly scraping the underside of his penis, he came. She drank every drop he had to spare.

She sat up and watched him gasp and regain his sense of mind. Edmund stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, before meeting her gaze.

"Wow," He mumbled, grabbing her and pulling her to his chest.

Ashlana hadn't expected him to be the cuddly type, but he proved her wrong, holding her close, and pulling the blankets up and over them. Edmund puffed a breath into her neck as he settled into the crevice between shoulder and neck.

"Good night, Edmund,"

"Good night, My love.