𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙙 (edmund pevensie x reader)

XIX. So, This is Christmas?

A few hours later, I wake up in his arms. The sun is bright outside now, causing me to squint when I open my eyes. Edmund fell asleep too, and holds me against him like he had when we first reunited. I don't move to get up, just stay relaxed in his arms until he stirs awake.

"So it wasn't a dream." He mumbles, arms tightening around me. "You're actually here."

"Mhm," I hum, moving to place a kiss on the edge of his jaw. He smiles, closing his eyes for a second.

"But you need to go talk to your brother, don't you?" He yawns. I groan and move back. Avoiding it is pointless, I might as well just go see him and get it over with. I'm sure things will end up fine in the end, but I don't even know how to start a conversation with him—he thinks I'm dead!

Begrudgingly, I roll out of Edmund's arms and plant my feet on the floor. I remember I've been wearing the same dress for two days and also haven't washed my hair. I suddenly feel disgusting, like if I don't get a shower very soon I might die.

Edmund stands up from the bed and stretches, "Did you know tomorrow's Christmas? And I don't even have anything for you."

"Well, yeah," I laugh, "Probably because you thought I was never going to come back. If it makes you feel better, I don't have anything for you either."

He walks over to stand in front of me, crossing is arms over his chest. "You being here is enough," He says sweetly, a light blush dusting his cheeks. I bite back a smile and turn away, walking to my dresser.

"What're you doing?"

"I need a shower. Desperately." I say, pulling out a casual dress and folding it in my arms.

"Are you sure you're not just trying to avoid talking to Caspian?"

"While that may be...part of the reason, I have been wearing the same dress for two days. Trust me when I say I need a shower."

I start to walk out of the room and hear him following close behind. Laughing, I turn around and place a hand on his chest, "I meant alone."

Edmund raises his eyebrows and a stupid grin spreads across his face, "Are you sure?" He places a strong hand on my waist and I twist out of it.

"I'm sure." I walk to the bathroom with the dress in hand, and my face feeling like it's on fire.

When I take the fraying bandage off of my hand, I find that it's almost completely healed save a striking white scar. Same with my back, which actually looks pretty cool. I guess even if I wasn't physically here in Narnia, all my cuts and bruises were, healing without me there to aid them.

—

I walk down the hallway with wet hair and a purpose. I haven't been intercepted by a single servant yet, and, miraculously haven't even been noticed. If I'm lucky, I'll make it to Caspian's room completely unscathed.

Unfortunately, I'm not know for my luck.

"Wh—Y/N?" A familiar, knives-on-chalkboard voice seethes from behind me. Selene. I slowly spin the face her, my heart in my throat. She stands with a hand over her mouth, taking a defensive step back.

"It's okay," I say shakily, "Selene, I'm fine—you just need to keep this quiet for a second, okay?"

She hardens her gaze "You're supposed to be...dead."

"Well, unfortunately for you, I'm not." She walks toward me hesitantly, a wary look in her usually piercing eyes.

"I don't understand," She laughs drily, "Where have you been?"