Romeo || Edmund Pevensie

Scary Monsters (And Super Creeps)

In his long and tedious life, there weren't many things that Aramis had experience which caused him discomfort. However, he did come to learn that when Jadis came into contact he scene, everything seemed to go to pot. Each fevered emotion in which he bore, haunted him, until she was gone.

As the cyclops' held Jadis' throne on their shoulders, Aramis was stood at the front of the gathering, beside Aslan. He was never in charge, but it was his duty to ensure that their king would never be alone. His tent was to the left, and the Pevensie's were to the right. Nervousness plastered all of their faces. Especially Edmund's.

Before they even stepped foot in the courts, Aramis offered the young King some advice. He could sense the terror by the shakes in his hands. There wasn't much he could say- but he could promise that he would do all that he could to protect him.

He was the last star, and their sole guardian. After waiting a lifetime for them, he wasn't going to let them down.

The ever-loyal dwarf, Ginarrbrik, cleared the pathway for his Queen. It didn't take much effort as none of the Narnian's wanted to be near her. She was the subject of disheartened myth.

"Jadis, the Queen of Narnia!" He announced, followed by her titles. The ones she stole.

The Narnian's wouldn't tolerate such behaviour. "Go away Witch!"

"You don't belong here!"

The Witch grew closer to Aslan, signalling a growl to slide from his lips. In these situations, Aramis did his best to stay neutral, if only facially. Naturally, he was angry, but to give her the satisfaction of knowing would only ruin everything.

When Jadis was lowered to the ground, she stood tall. At times, Aramis forgot that she was half giant, and that she would tower above all others. It did not frighten Aslan. He stood too. Because of that, Aramis felt the need to make himself more noticeable, and so straightened his back and puffed his chest.

She walked, slowly, and made sure to take the time to look straight at Edmund. He cowered, subconsciously licking his lip where it had been nicked by her. Aramis took note.

     Then she stopped, and she blinked, slowly.

  "You have a traitor in your midst, Aslan."

     That was when the murmuring began. Edmund had returned, and they knew that something must have been done to place him in that situation. How dare they ever doubt him?

     Aslan spoke with what seemed to be a far too composed voice. "His offence was not against you."

  "Have you forgotten the laws upon which Narnia was built?"

  Aslan growled in a biting way, refusing to back down. He was older than she, and more powerful by far. "Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch." His teeth clashed. "I was there when it was written."

  Aramis stared daggers into her skin. "We both were."

  "Then you'll both remember well that every traitor belongs to me." A distraught look crossed Peter's face as he realised exactly what it was she wanted. And there was a pain growing in Aramis' heart. "His blood is my property."