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"Are you an idiot?"
"Obviously!" Edmund cried, throwing his hands in the air. "I was just trying to warn her to be careful but she took it the wrong way."
"Ed, I would have thought the same thing." Lucy sighed, sitting down next to her brother who had dropped his head into his hands. "Besides, you know that she doesn't need to be looked after like that. She's a lot stronger than you give her credit for."
"I know that, Lu." Edmund looked up at her and pulled at tufts of his hair angrily, ruining the style that he had gelled it to earlier that evening. "I know that better than anyone! But I still worry."
"You hurt her feelings, Edmund." Lucy told him. He sighed, looking even guiltier. "You told her that she's hard to be around."
Edmund groaned. "I didn't mean it that way."
"Well then what did you mean?"
"I just mean that it's so hard to focus on what she's saying because her voice sounds like music and I always get nervous whenever she's with me." Edmund was blushing.
"You should tell her that. Otherwise she might never talk to you again."
"Yes she will. You know she can't hold grudges."
"Well," Lucy paused. "You should tell her. Because now she thinks that you were faking being her friend because you pitied her."
Edmund sighed before standing up. "She'd be in her bedroom, wouldn't she?"
"That's where she said she was going, but if she isn't there, check the library."
And with that, Edmund strode from the ball room, on a mission to go find his best friend.
She was more than a best friend to him. She was everything. He didn't want to tell her because some part of him was expecting her to say that she didn't feel that way. But then, why would his siblings be pushing so hard for him to tell her if they knew she didn't feel the same way?
It still didn't comfort the nerves in his stomach as he made his way to her bedroom.
When he knocked on the door, he could see dim light escaping through the door crack.
"If it's a king, I'm really not in the mood to talk to you." Came Diana's mumble from the other side of the door. She hadn't changed out of her ballgown so that she could head back down later to grab some cake, but this wasn't exactly how she had wanted to spend her birthday.
"What if I told you that it was your best friend?" Edmund asked hopefully, though he knew it was a long stretch.
The door swung open and Edmund reeled back to see Diana standing in front of him with an angry expression on her face.
