Romeo || Edmund Pevensie

Oh! You Pretty Things

Sleep was a luxury not afforded to those who lay in wait. All of the night Aramis lay staring at the ceiling, with nothing to do with himself but think, which was a dangerous thing. Lucy was lucky enough to have slept some of the night, but woke up at the sun started to rise. Even then it took an age for them to return. For a short while, they were worried that they might not come back to them.

Though, when they did return, morning had descended fully, and the sky was a clear shade of blue. Had the warning horn not been blown, the spirit might not have been notified. But it was enough for him to scramble from his room, and into the opening of the tomb.

His entire being was tense, unsure whether this was good or bad. What would he do if none of them returned? Would have failed his mission, and his duty bound honour would be stripped from him.

It wasn't raining, but it felt like it might. The cold was pounding on their skin, and it was enough to make anyone shiver. It was different to usual, and it only meant that bad things were going to happen.

Everything in front of them was pitiful. There were barely any troops returning, a small amount of hope that might have been left had dwindled. So many lives had been taken, and Aramis was unable to do anything to help. His heart was torn completely in two.

     And he felt sick to his stomach, brushing over the troops to see who was there. Caspian was fine, though, there was a cut to his cheek, and both Susan and Peter were unharmed. But Edmund... he wasn't there at all.

     It consumed him like a wave that drowned, and was the only thing that clouded his mind. Edmund... always, as it seemed to be, Edmund. He was being selfish, and he knew it, but he couldn't do anything else. He had no control over it, for once, and it was completely natural.

  "What happened?" Lucy asked, her voice cracking with the words.

  "Ask him." Peter spat, jumping from his horse, and storming away from Caspian.

  Susan warned. "Peter."

  "Me?" Caspian scoffed, copying Peter's actions and shouting at him. "You could've called it off! There was still time."

  "No, there wasn't, thanks to you." It wasn't often Peter were ever actually as assertive and rude as he made himself out to be, but this was one of them. "If you kept to the plan, those soldiers might be alive right now."

  "And if you'd stayed here like I suggested, they definitely would be!"

  "You called us, remember?"

  There was a smirk on Caspian's face as he shook his head. The words were like poison on his tongue. "My first mistake."

  "No." The High King retaliated on such a fashion it was unheard of. Being younger now than he was, it left him wondering how much of his bad behaviour was left to age. "Your first mistake was thinking you could lead these people."

  Peter turned his back willing to walk away when Caspian called him back. "Hey! I am not the one who abandoned Narnia." 

  "You invaded Narnia." He retaliated. "You have no more right to lead it than Miraz does."

  Caspian pushed past him, making sure to knock him in the process. "You..." Peter drawled. "Him, your father! Narnia's better off without the lot of you."