Words could not describe how Edmund was feeling at the moment. It was really a mix of them.

Here he was, seated in a small side hallway with a mass amount of food before him. But he was to perplexed at the fact that his siblings were conversing with the person they had shown hatred for days before, as if they were someone from school.

He knew that they weren't completely believing the story she had told them, though Lucy may be an exception since she never doubted the other, but it was sounded too true to be false. But then there was the part where the heir and Edmund were soul mates.

How did that even come to be? He grumbled to himself, stabbing a piece of meat out of frustration.

I told you, even I'm not completely certain on the details but you can feel it can't you? And apparently she could read and talk back to his thoughts. But the ability to read her's was not allowed.

But she wasn't wrong. He just didn't want to admit that he could sense her presence the moment he saw her in chains in the main hall. It was something he had kept hidden, afraid that someone would call him a traitor if he did.

There is nothing to fear now. Your siblings are coming to realize there's more to this story then they had thought.

"So how is the Witch's palace still working?" Susan gave Lucy a reprimanding look for her forwardness but the heir only laughed quietly at his sister's childish antics.

"You've been in contact with the Deep Magic on many occasions I presume. The White Witch came from a world known as Charn. Here her magic was even greater but she lost most of it when she came to this one. The palace was created with part of the magic of Charn she had left, so it runs on it's own now".

"It is a living thing?"

"Something like that" she nodded her head and smiled as Lucy turned excitedly to Susan eyes gleaming.

The eldest female in the family pulled back, her eyes weary knowing something mischevious was to come "no. Whatever you are thinking of drop it now"

It did nothing to deteriorate her thoughts "can we visit the palace then?" The comment wasn't enough to jar him from his thoughts but the look the heir made did. Her face looked fearful for a moment before it morphed into a patient one instead.

Peter decided to take over, not wanting to stress the other Pensavive "Lu you know we can't do that. Their is still the threat the other children of the White Witch present to us" he turned his attention to the heir as Lucy pouted "I'm sorry if we are being rude but could you please explain what you know again. I think I don't quite understand still"

She only nodded, a gentle smile tugging at her lips as she retold her story.

"Since before you first came here, the White Witch created 'children' of her own as she was lonely. The origins of our creation are still a mystery beyond that. The Deep Magic took root in our bodies like we were vessels as you began your journey through Narnia. Fearing we would turn on her she encased us in ice.

"My siblings were able to see the world as it continued on but I was put in an unconscious state, this being that Edmund and I shared a bond with each other. It was something felt in a split second before I was put under. When the Witch died, my brethren were released and could do as they please while I was only awoken after you had left"

Susan glanced at Peter with a raised brow, still not believing what she was hearing "so why did they not attack us before?"

"Reasons I do not know since I was not aware at that time. The bits that I did hear, was because their powers were not strong enough to go against you"

"Then why did you try to kill us before? And if you were the last to born, why make you the heir?"

The heir grimaced only slightly, Edmund feeling a slight throbbing pain in his mind. "Even I am not aware of the full details. When I had awoken, the thoughts to kill you were like instinct. But now there is no need to do that. My siblings must be stopped for before I was captured, my eldest sister had thrown me out of the palace. She plans to kill Edmund for reasons I'm not fully certain of. It could be that Edmund has dark magic in him from the time he was stabbed?"

Edmund felt a ghost of the pain from said wound, his hand rubbing at it unconsciously.

Peter had his hands folded in front of him, staring a little to the side in thought as everyone now turned to hear what the King had to say. For a long moment he was silent, mulling over the thoughts he had been having since he went to talk to the female herself.

"While your story seems to be mostly sound there are holes that make even me uncomfortable. Until we get more information on your siblings plans, you will have an escort watching your every movement. You are also not allowed to leave the castle grounds. Am I understood?" the heir nodded her head, silvery hair fluttering around her face.

Later that day, Edmund found himself watching the heir's skill in combat. It was quite apparent she was not showing her true power but what she did show was impressive enough. Watching as she took down a falling apple in archery, he came to a very important realization.

"You need a name" everyone on the range looked at him puzzled.

Edmund felt his face heat up in embarrassment as the heir sheathed her bow a smirk spreading across her face as he had read his thoughts.

"Xarzith. My name is Xarzith".

"Xarzith. What language is that from? What does it mean?" Lucy had bounded over as soon as she heard the name, excitement causing her to jump around the girl.

"It is the name one of the oldest dragon's who was present at the very beginning. Xarzith, it means Ice in draconic and like it suggest, she was able to control well, ice".

Lucy bounced up and down excitedly by the new information, running over to Edmund to pull at his arm and tell him what a cool name his girlfriend have. The words made both blush though the female looked more composed than he and the whispered words from Susan did not go unheard on his part.

"Quite fitting is it not?" she hissed to Peter where they stood off to the side "the White Witch was capable of controlling ice and this girl who claims to be the heir has a name that is after one. In draconic no less".

A sense of anger rose in Edmund's body. He loved his siblings and would put them before his own life, which made it hard to understand why he felt so irritated by his sister's words. She was only looking out for their best interest so why was he becoming so upset.

He didn't notice Xarzith glance at him worriedly, to confused with his thoughts to be aware.

A few weeks went by, Xarzith doing her best to gain people's trust. Some were willing to open up, Mrs. Beaver among the few but most still shunned her out. While they mostly did not bother her outright, it was still quite obvious that they did not trust her.

Edmund and she had not been allowed that much time together. She ate with them for meals and sometimes traveled with them around the castle ground but she was mostly on her own. Her escorts reported everyday on her movement and there was nothing she did that would raise suspicion.

Most of the time she would be out in the garden, sitting in the shade and reading books she borrowed from the castle library. Other times she would be talking to the little children who sometimes came by. They were intrigued with her ability to control ice and always demanded any creation that came to their minds.

She provided readily and did not seem to mind, seeming to actually be happy to do such things. But others were not. When the parent caught wind of such things happening they demanded she be kept away from their children to the court.

While the whole of Narnia knew she was now not an enemy, there was already too much pent of energy and nothing done to release it.

Peter was apologetic when he told the heir she should stay away from the children but she had waved it off, stating she knew such things were to come. It seemed she was also prepare for when some became to anxious and lashed out at her.

Even Susan could not help but feel her heart twinged with sadness when she saw the girl passing by one day while trying to adjust a sleeve. It was brief but the Gentle Queen saw the bandages wrapping her wrist.

She brought it up to Peter later on in the day, not certain her feelings were doing any good. The soft smile the male gave and the hug he enveloped her in after, smoothing her hair gently as tears flowed down her face, was comforting and just confirmed that she was missing out on more than she had originally thought.

Susan was not alone in the matter. Edmund felt a gut tugging feeling of going to the girl, needing to be by her side. He was not allowed that liberty without someone watching their every movement. Xarzith had told him to wait it out til she gained the trust they needed to have some alone time. Impatience was not something they needed.

While he bided by her words and kept a safe distance, he could not stand by when he saw someone beating the female. One moment he was merely watching her from the window as she helped tend the castle garden.

The head gardener took pride in the greenery within the castle grounds and was quite hard to please, but Xarzith's tenacity broke through that wall.

She talked animatedly with a young satyr who was apprenticing under the head gardener when another apprentice passed by. The centaur's hooves whipped some dirt as he passed, throwing it all over the female's clothing. She didn't say anything, merely brushing it aside and waving the satyr off.

Edmund remained composed, turning his attention towards the other apprentices in the field and took note of how some were looking at the girl with narrowed eyes. An uneasy feeling made a shudder run up his spine.

Remain calm Edmund. Simple glaring won't hurt me.

He let out a sigh, knowing she was right. As he turned away to go back to his duties, a scream rose from behind. Whipping around he watched in horror as a large bag of fertilizer landed on Xarzith. The satyr who she had been talking to as well as the one who had been screaming was silenced violently with a slap to her face.

As the girl's body fell to the ground, the group who had attacked them laughed. It should have been impossible, but he could hear everything they were saying as if he was beside them.

"Scum"

"You don't belong here"

"Try and say something to anyone, they won't believe you"

"You're better off dead"

Perhaps it is you who should die

The words echoed outwards, not only in Edmund's head but everywhere. The attackers looked shocked stepping back as the air around them began to become colder. Ice burst from where her hands laid, making a beeline towards them and encasing them in ice before they could even blink.

They let out strangled screams as Xarzith pushed the bag aside, getting up shakily and hobbling over to the satyr who was not harmed. There were shouts as people began to take notice something was wrong and Edmund raced for the stairs.

His thoughts were racing but he then another came to his mind, where were her escorts? The question was answered when he made it into the entranceway, seeing the two satyr's leaning against a pillar and chatting.

The rage that he had been keeping a lid on suddenly burst forth, an angered yell escaping him as he drew his blade. Everyone in the hall turned to him in surprise, backing out of the way as he advanced towards the two escorts.

"What are you doing here? Should you not be doing your duty?" the two backpedaled, trying to make space between them and the enraged king as he continued. Apologies and excuses spewed from their mouths but they ended on deaf ears.

One stumbled, falling to the ground with a cry as his fellow paused to help him up. In that moment Edmund crossed the remaining distance, raising his sword in the air to strike.

The escorts screamed but no blow came. Looking up in fear they were surprised to see their own charge holding the King back. He struggled but seemed to be no match for her as she took his sword away.

"Edmund don't do this. Do not taint your blood for something like this" her words seemed to shock him out of his anger filled haze. Everyone breathed out a sigh as clarity returned to the king's eyes just as his siblings arrived on the scene.

Immediately guards pointed spears at Xarzith, pulling Edmund to the safety of his siblings. She dropped his swords and remained calm in the suddenly tense atmosphere.

"Will someone tell me what the bloody hell is going on?" Peter was not in the mood for games, seeing as an obvious attack had taken place.

"She tried to kill us sire" the escort who had fallen pointed at Xarzith, hands shaking "she is plotting something to destroy the kingdom she is not to be trusted"

"That's a bloody lie" Edmund yelled back but Susan shushed him quickly. Rage boiled up within him again but he noticed the look Peter gave him, one telling him more than just a simple look. It only came from working with each other for years, fighting alongside in heated battles.

Peter walked over to the escorts reaching down to help the one who had fallen "well now gentlemen are you sure that is the story you want to be using?"

The two were puzzled, looking at eachother in confusion as Peter continued "for I am sure that I saw, with my very own eyes, a plan to put blame on Xarzith for something that never happened". Fear crossed across their faces again as the guards suddenly turned their spear tips towards their direction, one stepping out of the line and helping to support the female who seemed to have struggle standing.

"You and your friends outside will be questioned for this later" Peter turned away, a silent signal as the guards forced the two to stand and set off.

Susan had released Edmund in favor of shooing away any lingering servants. Though he wanted to run to Xarzith's side he refrained, Lucy taking initiative instead. When the group was out of sight she all but flung herself over the other, claiming how worried she had been.

Xarzith smiled tiredly, opening her mouth to speak when she suddenly swooned, feeling lightheaded. Her vision went blurry as she fainted, Edmund reaching out on instinct to catch her. The added weight in his arms felt familiar, as if it was meant to be there.

The Pevensie siblings remained silent, looking at the female with a mix of pity and sadness. Nothing that had been done to the female, should be done to anyone else.

A servant fell backwards screaming, the side of his face sizzling from the cold heat the ice whip made when in contact with skin. The eldest daughter of the White Witch's children turned away in disgust.

How could that pathetic excuse of a child tear apart her plan piece by piece when she wasn't even around anymore?

Getting captured by the Pevensie's should have sealed her away for ever or better yet have her killed. Instead she somehow became friends with them and was being pampered? Growling, the girl hit a wall, feeling consumed with anger.

A soft clink made her head snap up, seeing the second to last born child. An idea suddenly came to mind, something that she had been wondering about for quite some time.

"Hello there little sister" Lynn pulled on her most gentle smile watching as the other pulled in on herself, a look of distrust in her eyes "care to join me for a stroll?"

Dark grey eyes opened slowly, Xarzith taking in the dark room she was in. She wasn't in physical pain which was good, but there was an unsettling feeling in her gut. As she sat, up trying to figure out what she was feeling, she took notice of another presence in the room.

Turning her head, she wasn't surprised to see Edmund sleeping with his arms pillowing his head on her bedside. A small smile graced her lips, a warm feeling filling her from the bottom up as she reached a hand to stroke his hair.

She froze an inch above his head, barely feeling the wisps of his hair. This was something she shouldn't do. Not yet. He needed to come into realization himself. Drawing her hand back she took to just admiring his sleeping face from a distance for a while.

Then there was a deep stabbing pain to her heart and she screamed.