Even a traitor may mend || The chronicles of narnia

You'll be a great king

Edmund sighed a little as he leant against the wall, watching the dancing from a distance so as not to get dragged in to doing it.
He laughed a little when he saw Lucy gripping Peter's hand and pulling him towards the dance floor, the look on Peter's face too much for him not to laugh.
He must admit, the coronation celebrations were next level, and he'd enjoyed himself more than he had in probably years, and the fact that he was now a king, well, he didn't think that he really settled in yet.
Watching Peter and Lucy for a moment or two more, he found his eyes drooping, and had to grip the cup he had in his hand to stop himself from dropping it.
Blinking quickly and standing up straight he sighed. It had to be gone midnight by now, and to say he was exhausted would be an understatement.
He'd been tired for the past hour or so, but with Peter almost continuously keeping an eye on him, he felt it best to hide just how exhausted he actually felt.
But perhaps now with Peter distracted, he could sneak off and go up to bed, which did sound like a very good idea.
He had no doubt that Peter had been secretly checking on him all throughout his reluctant dance with Lucy, but right now he seemed to be apologising for stepping on her toes, which gave Edmund the perfect opportunity to place his cup down and slip unnoticed from the room.
Once he was stood outside the throne room, he frowned, he had absolutely no idea how to get to his and Peter's room from here.
Sighing a little he rubbed at his eyes and slowly began walking. He was greeted by many people as he made his way through the castle, and he hadn't gone far when he came across a small sitting room, the fire burning in the corner.
Rubbing his eyes he hesitantly stepped inside and closed the door behind him, walking over and practically collapsing onto the sofa, his eyes slipping shut.
He sat there for a moment, before he lay down and buried his face into the cushions.
He was fast asleep within minutes.

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"You haven't seen Ed have you?" Peter asked slowly as he walked up to Susan, who was stood watching the celebrations with a smile.
"I haven't." She replied. "Not since before Lucy dragged you onto the dance floor."
Peter would've raised an eyebrow in any other situation, but right now he was much too worried about his brother. "I can't find him anywhere." He muttered.
"Perhaps he went to bed Peter." Susan suggested. "He's probably tired. Speaking of which, I reckon we should try and get Lucy to bed soon."
Peter took a deep breath. "He doesn't know the way to our room from here." He said with a shake of his head. "He really needs to stop wondering off."
"Your majesties?"
Peter turned around and found a faun stood in front of him. "Yes?" He asked slowly.
"If you're looking for your brother, I saw him going into the small living room just outside of here." The faun told him.
Peter breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. "Thank you." He said, and without even a word to Susan, he dashed off in search of his brother.
It didn't take him long to find the room, and when he stepped inside he sighed a little, but was unable to keep back a small smile at what he saw.
Edmund was laying down, curled up on the sofa, his face buried against the cushions, fast asleep.
He was still wearing his crown, which was about to fall off anyway, and had used his cloak as a blanket and wrapped it as far around him as it would go.
With a small smile, Peter walked quietly over and sat down on the edge of the sofa beside his brother, placing a hand gently on his shoulder.
Edmund didn't react at all and just lay perfectly still, and before he'd even realised it, Peter found his fingers against his brothers neck.
The second he felt his pulse, he sighed in relief before removing his fingers, instead using them to brush the hair from Edmund's forehead.
Edmund did react to this touch, but only by letting out a quiet sigh and moving closer towards Peter, burying his face instead against his older brothers leg, before going still again.
Peter smiled gently and continued to stroke Edmund's hair for some time before deciding he should probably take him up to bed.
And luckily for the both of them, he was pretty sure he could remember the way up to their room.
Being as careful and quiet as he could, he slowly stood and slipped one arm under Edmund's shoulders and the other under his knees, before hesitantly lifting him into his arms.
He was afraid that the silver crown would fall off his head and wake him up, but he breathed a sigh of relief when it slipped back into place on his brothers head.
Edmund whimpered slightly, but eventually calmed down at Peter's whispering, luckily not waking up.
After he was sure that his brother was still fast asleep, Peter made his way from the sitting room and through the castle.
He'd probably gotten half way up to his room when he came across Mrs.Beaver, who sighed sadly at the two of them. "Is he okay?" She asked softly, general concern in her voice.
Peter nodded a little and gave her a small nod. "He's just tired."
Mrs.beaver frowned. "And not eating enough by the looks of it." She muttered.
Peter had to bite back a laugh at this, and only just managed too.
"I'll send some food up to your room for when he wakes." Mrs.beaver said. "And make sure he eats it."
Peter nodded. "I will." He mumbled, sighing when Edmund let out a quiet groan and buried his face against his neck.
"And I'll send a flannel and some cold water up." Mrs.beaver muttered. "He's not looking too well."
This had Peter worried as Mrs.beaver wondeded off, and he quickly glanced down at his brother as he continued walking.
Mrs.beaver was of course right, Peter would go as far as saying that Edmund looked feverish, but he knew that was probably just his imagination, but he still didn't look 100 percent.
Sighing a little Peter continued walking until he reached their room, where he kicked open the door and pushed it closed quietly behind him, before walking across the room and laying Edmund gently down on the bed.
Edmund frowned a little, letting out a quite groan as his eyes flickered halfway open, and to say he looked confused would be an understatement. "Pete?" He choked, his voice quiet and raspy.
"Shh." Peter whispered gently, sitting on the edge of the bed and placing his hand to Edmund's forehead. "It's okay, go back to sleep."
Edmund frowned at him for a little while longer before eventually drifting back off to sleep, and Peter had no doubt he probably wasn't fully awake anyway.
After a moment or two, Peter set about carefully removing Edmund's boots, crown and cloak, before wrapping him tightly in a rather thick duvet and sitting on the edge of the bed beside him.
He knew that he himself should get some sleep (he knew he wouldn't be returning to the coronation party) but he was quite content sitting there watching over his brother, making sure that he was indeed safe and alive.
Just as Mrs.beaver had said, a faun soon came in with a tray of what looked like pastries, and a bowl of cold water with a cloth.
Peter thanked him quietly, and after he'd left, he wet the cloth and pressed it against Edmund's forehead, having felt earlier that his brothers temperature was just the slightest bit too high, and even that worried him.
He put the high temperature down to exhaustion, which was extremely understandable, but broke his heart none the less.
Knowing the pastries would last until morning anyway, he decided not to wake Edmund up, and instead just removed his crown and boots (having rid himself of his cloak quite a while ago) and settled against the headboard, quite content with Edmund laying beside him.
He must of fallen asleep at some point, because the next thing he knew, he was squeezing his eyes shut against the sunlight, which was currently blinding him.
He eventually managed to open his eyes, and what he saw made him smile.
During the night, Edmund had curled against his side, buried his face against his stomach and wrapped an arm around his waist, his breathing slow and steady as he slept.
He also realised just how sore his neck was, but seeming as he'd practically slept sat up, it didn't really surprise him.
Deciding that he wouldn't wake Edmund up, seeming as this was the first nightmare free night his brother had had since he was rescued, Peter sat there in complete silence for the next 40 minutes, gently stroking his hand through Edmund's hair before his brother eventually decided to wake up.
Edmund looked really rather confused to see that he was laying in his bed, curled against Peter's side, and frowned up at his older brother. "What?" He muttered.
Peter smiled gently at him. "I brought you here last night after you fell asleep on the sofa." He murmered.
Edmund blinked at him before sighing. "Oh." He mumbled, stretching a little before slowly sitting up and rubbing at his eyes.
"Sleep alright?" Peter asked slowly as he too sat up.
Edmund nodded before taking a deep breath. "I didn't dream." He mumbled, glancing at Peter.
"You sound like that's a bad thing." Peter teased with a chuckle.
"No, I'm just shocked is all." Edmund mumbled, and even he had a tiny smile on his face.
"Fancy breakfast?" Peter asked, nodding at the tray that was still on the bedside table. "Mrs.beaver sent them up last night after claiming that you didn't eat enough." He added.
Edmund's mouth dropped open. "I eat!" He exclaimed.
"Not a lot though." Peter laughed. "You're all skin and bones."
Edmund was shocked, but couldn't help but laugh after a while before slowly nodding his head. "I could eat." He said, smiling at his brother.
"Good." Peter said with a firm nod, reaching over and placing the tray on the bed between them.
"Did you sleep last night?" Edmund questioned as he ate, knowing what Peter was like.
"I did." Peter replied. "Although I didn't really want to."
Edmund sighed. "You cant just stay awake all night to watch me." He muttered. "You'll exhaust yourself."
Peter bit his lip. "Yeah I know." He sighed, before changing the subject. "Enjoy yourself last night?" He asked with a soft smile.
Edmund nodded. "Yeah." He breathed. "It was- I dunno, but I had fun."
"It really was a brilliant evening, and night-" Peter paused. "And I'm pretty sure the party continued until the early hours of the morning."
Edmund laughed a little. "It probably did." He breathed.
"Its a little weird isn't it?" Peter said slowly. "We're both kings."
Edmund swallowed hard and glanced at his crown on the bedside table, sighing a little. "Yeah, its weird."
Peter frowned a little. "You do deserve it Ed." He sighed after a while. "We went over this didn't we?"
Edmund sighed but nodded. "Yeah." He mumbled.
"You'll be a great King Edmund." Peter said gently. "I know you will be."
Edmund smiled. "And so will you."

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