Romeo || Edmund Pevensie

Little Bombadier

With little time to think, Peter had called another meeting, but this time it was only among the elite of each Narnian faction to limit the numbers. If everyone was turn up again and share all of their opinions, it might have ended up as much of a disaster as the last. 

It was probably the best option given to them, but having limited knowledge on the Telmarine's (which was as much as Caspian could spare them) was unideal. Even Aramis, who knew much of the world, and of people, could not talk of what was to come. They had decided much in their own before, and his words alone would not be enough to sway them, in any world.

Between them, they came up with a plan, and that was it. Peter had the final say on it all, but really, they all chose together.

     Susan and Lucy would be sent up to the forest on their own in search of Aslan, as now they knew he was the only one that could fully protect Narnia now. Things had gone way too far for Aramis to efficiently save, and it pained him to have to give in, but he was simply not able to help in that way.

     With the information Caspian gave them, another thing came to light, in the way they could stall the Telmarines. Tradition was something that they were hung up upon, just as the Narnian's were, and playing to that- Miraz would be forced to comply. Knowing that they would have to propose this to him, they created their next plan.

It would be a messenger in the form of Edmund, assisted by Aramis, as his second. Of course, no one else knew what had transpired between them, as it would cause many more issues than it would solve. However, it did mean that their trust was relied upon enough to make sure the job was done.

     Their camp lay on the edge of the forest, spanning into the trees. It was an advantage for them, as they could hide the mass of their weapons and men. Though, Aramis and Edmund being there did mean they could scout as best they were able whilst still completing their mission. It was a harder task than it seemed.

     Even Edmund, who so often stated his hate for ceremonial garments, wore them because he knew it was of great importance. His silver army and red stained lion tunic; he looked the perfect picture a Narnian King and Knight. Aramis wore his, though they were nothing special by comparison. All white, draping loosely over each limb, creating a water like effect over his body. Although, in a contrast to his usual look, the good was pulled over his hair, only a few black wisps available to the naked eye. Of course, it rude for his face to be hidden, so left all of his features able to be seen, if anyone was curious enough to look at him.

     The Highest Lords of Telmar were sat inside of a white tent, their King, Miraz, in the centre of the middle table, all seeing. Having their eyes upon them was frightening, but it was something necessary they would have to push through.

     Aramis stood closer to the passageway than the elites, but Edmund was in the centre of the floor. He unrolled the scroll, and cleared his throat, earning their attention.

  "I, Peter, by the gift of Aslan, by election and by conquest, High King of Narnia, Lord of Cair Paravel and Emperor of the Lone Islands, in order to prevent the abominable effusion of blood, do hereby challenge the usurper Miraz to angle combat upon the field of battle. The fight shall be to the death. The reward shall be total surrender."  

Edmund barely spared a look for them, and folded away the parchment he had read from. He felt slightly smug as they saw how furious they seemed.

"Tell me, Prince Edmund..."

"King." He interrupted, smile still present.

  Miraz leant forwards, his arms against the table. "Pardon me?"