Romeo || Edmund Pevensie

Fill Your Heart

Caring for the people who needed them most was second nature to any spirit, and for Aramis, it was a duty he was more than happy to comply with. Many of the Narnian's that had returned from their siege on the castle were injured in one way or another. It was his main focus to find a quick way to nurse them back to a moderate health enough so that if they were attacked, they could fend for themselves without using more resources.

     Of course, it was a brutal enough punishment to be harmed in battle, though some saw it as glorious. Aramis was one who favoured the simpler joys in life, that being avoiding conflict, among other things. This was the place he belonged; tending to others in their hour of need. He only wished that Edmund hadn't stormed away so that he could care for him too.

     The King was but a mortal still, and flesh bled unlike anything else. Only from the quick glances Aramis received did he see the damage caused to Edmund. A cut across his jaw, a bruise on his right side (although, the swelling had already gone down on that, so it was getting better rather quickly), a matching one beneath his eye, and minor cuts along his hands. 

Without seeming like he was too compelled by the King, Aramis needed to find a way to see to his wounds. After knowing Edmund for so long, he knew that he would have to convince him to even clean the cuts. Most of the time, he would leave them until they healed by themselves- but sometimes, a little bit was magic was all that was needed.

He gave all of the help that he could throughout the day, and when it was all spent, he sought out Edmund. He might have known that he would be hidden away inside of the room he slept in. His book was in hand, eyes firmly trained upon it, until Aramis came through the door.

"Aramis?"

"My King." The spirit bowed his head.

Edmund sat up, pushing on his arms, and looking directly at Aramis. "What's wrong?"

"Your wounds, my King," He was frightened to explain himself fully. "Only, I don't want you to hurt yourself more than others have already hurt you."

"I'm not hurt." The freckled boy shrugged into himself. "I'm fine."

"Please, my King." Aramis didn't want to beg, but it seemed like he may have to. Sometimes, he didn't understand it. "I cannot watch you in pain. If not for your sake, then for mine, please."

     He didn't contemplate for a moment, and sat forwards, quietly. Of course, Aramis knew this was Edmund allowing him to take care of him. There was a lot of pride involved, perhaps amplified more by the intense battle he had just been forced through. He wouldn't ask any questions.

     Taking all of his medical supplies, the spirit walked further into the room, and to where the King had been staying. Slowly, he wiped away the blood, it seemed to be a common occurrence recently, and not one Aramis minded too much either. He didn't dare ask of Edmund's opinions on the matter, somewhat frightened by the prospect.

  "You're worse than before." Aramis mumbled, rubbing his thumb over the bruise underneath Edmund's eye. It glowed lightly, and helped remove the growing purple and green tinges. "What did they do to you?"

  "You amaze me." Said the King, easily. He said these things with no thought behind them prior, and little care for the effects. How he was so nonchalant was a mystery. When he received a poignant look from Aramis, who shook his hand in the air. "You do."