Frater, Amicus
Chapter Seven: Sunrise
Edmund paced.
If he were not pacing, he would be hovering over Peter's bunk, glancing worriedly at his elder, ever paling brother, panic threatening to consume him.
And Edmund refused to hover.
It was getting increasingly harder, however, as Peter's condition continued to worsen. It seemed there was little chance of his surviving of the night.
"King Edmund." A healer approached him.
"What?" he snapped, a little more menacingly than he intended to.
"Look outside, my king."
Edmund did as told, sticking his head out of the field tent, the golden glow of the sunrise blinding him.
"There is hope."