The Yellow Witch {BOOK 1} (Edmund x Reader)

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Y/N:

"Y/N? Y/N! Quickly! Get the others!" Mr. Beaver's voice penetrated my thoughts. I opened my eyes and turned around, looking at him quizzically, "The Witch has demanded a meeting with Aslan. She's on her way here."

My eyes widened as I got up and looked around for any of the siblings. The first two I saw were Edmund and Peter. I yelled to the two of them and waved them down, echoing what Mr. Beaver told me.

I ran with Mr. Beaver down the hill and whistled to Susan and Lucy as I passed.

They ran behind me as I got to the bottom of the hill. I straightened out my dress and quickly unbraided my hair. Just when I finished, the boys ran to my side.

I felt a pair of eyes burning on me when the two arrived and turned to see Edmund staring at me. He smiled and leaned closer to me, "You should wear your hair down more often," He whispered to me, and I blushed.

"Be on your guard, love birds," Peter said, smirking. Edmund gave him a look before looking back forward, where The White Witch wandered in with her army. I smiled at Peter, rolling my eyes playfully.

"Jadis, the Queen of Narnia! Empress of the Lone Islands!" A dwarf announced as her servants carried her forward. There was slight chatter among the Narnians as she approached.

Susan and Lucy stepped by my side just as the White Witch approached the front of the camp.

When she was a few yards away from Aslan's tent, they set her down. She got up and slowly walked towards Aslan.

As she approached him, she took a long look at Edmund. She then glanced at me, her eyes stiffening when she realized who I was. I raised my chin and stepped forward, hoping to intimidate her; Ed and Peter grabbed both of my hands. When I stayed in that spot, they softly let my hands go.

The Witch turned her attention back to the Lion, "You have a traitor in your midst, Aslan," The Witch spat coldly.

The Narnians murmured, "His offense was not against you," Aslan defended.

"Have you forgotten the laws upon which Narnia was built?"

Aslan growled, frightening me a little, "Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch. I was there when it was written," I stepped back and intertwined my fingers with Ed, imagining how terrified he was.

The Witch raised her eyebrows, "Then you'll remember well that every traitor belongs to me. His blood is my property," Edmund squeezed my hand tighter.

The scratching of metal filled my ears, "Try and take him then," Peter stepped forward, holding out his sword. A minotaur growled at Peter, but he was unfazed.

The Witch looked at Peter, "Do you think that mere force will deny me my right, little King?" She taunted, looking back at Aslan, "Aslan knows that unless I have blood, as the law demands," She turned to face the crowd, "All of Narnia will be overturned and perish in fire and water," She pointed at Edmund, "That boy will die on the Stone Table," My breath hitched as she heightened her voice. Edmund looked at me as I looked at him, and I squeezed his hand again, "As is tradition. You dare not refuse me."

"Enough," Aslan boomed, "I shall talk with you alone."

I watched Aslan lead the Witch into His tent, sighing at the tension.

Edmund sat, looking down at the grass, clearly bothered. I sat next to him, scooting closer as I leaned into him. He timidly put his arm around me, squeezing me momentarily before placing his hand on the ground behind me.

I lingered on his shoulder as we stayed in comfortable silence, "Edmund?" I whispered, and he hummed in response, "Can I call you Ed?"

He chuckled, and I smiled as I lightened the mood, "You can call me anything you want."

I paused, giggling, "Very well, toast-lover."

Peter watched us, a smile spreading on his face before it dropped. He quickly stood up as a piece of the Witch's dress poked out of the tent flaps. The rest of the group stood up again, along with the rest of the Narnians.

Ed stood tall, bringing a confident demeanor. He grabbed my hand again.

The Witch paused at the tent's entrance, soaking up the attention the Narnians gave her in the few seconds she had. She approached her seat, stopping to look at Edmund. Her eyes then dragged to me, locking eyes with me. I clenched my jaw, swearing to myself that she wouldn't lay a finger on him again.

She looked away and continued her walk to her chair.

Aslan walked out of the tent and stood at the plateau's edge. He looked at Edmund, a look I couldn't place filling his eyes before he turned back to the crowd.

"She has renounced her claim on the Son of Adam's blood," I let out a breath, looking to Edmund, who was also shocked. He looked at me, a smile spreading across both of our faces. Everyone around us cheered for Edmund.

"How will I know your promise will be kept?" The Witch interrupted. A mighty roar from Aslan put her back in her seat, and the lot of us laughed at her fright.

I looked back at the group of siblings as they embraced each other, smiles filling the atmosphere. I watched Peter and Edmund hug, happiness and relief filling my senses.

As I spaced out, I didn't realize that Ed came up to me. His smile brought me back to reality as I smiled at his happiness. He embraced me, his nose snuggling into my shoulder. I giggled into the hug, squeezing him tighter than ever before.

We broke the hug, holding each other with the happiest expressions on our faces. Everything is going to be okay.

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I woke up, peeking through the crack of my tent, to see that it was the middle of the night. I stretched, drinking the cup of water that was beside my cot.

I scrunched my brow as I heard rustling in the tent beside me. I got out of bed and peeked through the tent flaps. The wind blew the flaps of Lucy and Susan's tent open, and I squinted because they usually keep their flaps locked during the night.

I gently opened their tent to see the both of them not in their cots.

In a panic, I walked to the boys' tent.

I opened the tent and sighed in relief once I saw the two peacefully sleeping. I looked between Edmund and Peter and decided to wake Ed first, "Ed," I whispered, slightly shaking him.

He slowly opened his eyes and yawned, "What is it, N/N?" Ed said sleepily.

"Lucy and Susan aren't in the tent," I said quietly.

Ed sat up and looked like he was going to say something before a gust of wind flew harshly into the tent, followed by hundreds of petals. I watched as the petals brushed Peter's face, and he jolted awake. He quickly grabbed his sword and unsheathed it, pointing it at the petals. Edmund pulled me closer to him.

A beautiful Dryad formed out of the petals, "Be still, my Princes and Princess," Peter glanced between the two of us before he turned back to the Dryad, "I bring grave news from your sisters," She told us of Aslan's death on the stone table.

Ed looked over at me as the Dryad said her goodbyes, tears pooling in his eyes. He didn't dare let them spill, but his lip quivered as he derived Aslan's earlier statements.

I pulled him into a hug, wrapping my arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around my waist as he sniffed.

He let go of me soon after, looking into my eyes, "You stay here," He said as he pulled his blanket over me. He got up and walked out of the tent with Peter.

I almost protested, but he left the tent before I could say anything. My eyes felt heavy as I breathed in Edmund's smell.

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