Even a traitor may mend [Edmund Pevensie x Reader]

Chapter 9

Y/n's point of view

As we pass through the frozen land, I noticed the Ice started melting again and I feel the warmth on my face. Narnia looked even more beautiful than when it was winter. I squeezed Edmund's hand again then he yelped. "Ow!" "Sorry." I said. "I think it's better if you stop squeezing my hand for a while. It feels like you're burning it." Edmund told me. I widened my eyes and looked at my hands again. I remembered when I melted some parts of the witch's throne. "Do I have powers?"  I thought. "It did that?" I asked Edmund. "Yeah." He replied. I looked over the river which is now melted. "It's so warm out. I'll go and check the sleigh." Ginnarbrik said then he left. Wolves came and brought a fox with them. "Your majesty. We found the traitor. He was rallying your enemies near the shuddering woods." The wolf said then I looked at him with a glare then he growled at me. "Ah. Nice of you to drop in. You were so helpful to my wolves last night. Perhaps you can help me now." She said. "Forgive me your majesties." I got confused when he said your majesties. "Don't waste time with flattery." The witch told him. "Not to seem rude but I actually wasn't talking to you." He said then looked at me and Edmund. "Where are the humans headed?" She asked him planning to kill him with her wand. "Wait! No! Don't, the beaver said something about the stone table, and Aslan has an army there." Edmund told the witch while blocking the fox. "An army? Thank you Edmund. "I'm glad this creature got to see some honesty... ...before he dies." The witch said then she turned the fox into stone. "No!" Edmund and I shouted at the same time then she slapped both of us across the face. "Think whose side you're on, Edmund and Y/n. Mine... ...or theirs. Go on ahead. Gather the faithful. If it's a war Aslan wants..." She said then turned a moth to stone. "It's a war he shall get." She finished. The witch is getting on my nerves that I started feeling some heat I've never felt before on my hands. I looked on my hands with some fire producing then gone away. "Why don't I feel pain of the heat?" I asked myself.