𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐨𝐦 || Edmund Pevensie

XIII

"Love is like pi – natural, irrational, and very important."
– Lisa Hoffman

Narnia, 1005

Edmund and Olivia were kissing.

The moment was sincere and precious; no balls mattered. A drug, an addiction, a need. Her hands were on his neck, his hair, his face. His hands were on her waist, holding her as tight as possible.

Time was precious, and they did not want to waste a second without another's touch. Edmund thought he would never let go of her; Olivia didn't want him to stop touching her.

But their kiss had been broken by the sound of the backdoor of the ballroom opening once again, making them get away from one another in a startle, despite their needs and desires.

The different steps could be heard, likely from three different people. Olivia cleared her throat, pulling him back. Act normal, she mouthed.

" I cannot believe it! " Said an annoyed feminine voice. " Does he truly expect me to say yes? That pig! "

" Isn't it like... your hundredth proposal? " Chipped another feminine voice.

" Yes! But they had been all through letters. He trapped me into saying yes at the moment, but I pretended to be feeling ill to escape. "

On sight came Peter, Susan and Lucy, the eldest girl looking as if she was ready to rip somebody's eyes out while the other two tried calming her down. She was red in anger, her steps low and heavy on purpose.

When the three looked at Olivia and Edmund out in the corridor, Peter raised a suspicious eyebrow with a grin as the girls rushed to them. Susan grabbed Olivia by the shoulders as Lucy tugged on her brother's arm.

" You will not believe what just happened! " They both exclaimed.

" Rabadash proposed to Susan! " Lucy told them. " He cornered her in the middle of the ball, trying to get an answer immediately. Luckily, Susan was quick, pretended to be sick, and hung onto Peter and me to escape. "

" Well, you could have said no. " Olivia frowned.

" And risk war? " Susan chipped.

" You will not be able to avoid his proposal forever. "

" But I can until he finds another girl to propose to! "

Olivia shrugged. She wasn't going to contradict that, for Susan had a point. But so did she. Nevertheless, Susan was tired and upset, so they could argue later.

" Well, you can't return to the ball now. " Edmund pointed out.

" I cannot. I will go to my room and stay there until the morning when he leaves. "

Olivia nodded at the plan. " But the rest of us need to return, don't we? "

" Someone should escort her to her room so it doesn't look suspicious. " Lucy said. " Pete, can you? "

The eldest agreed, offering his arm to his sister and taking her to her room. Lucy got between Edmund and Olivia, holding both their arms and taking them back to the ballroom.

The boy gulped, looking at Olivia over Lucy's head, and she did the same. What about now? In medieval customs, people didn't date. They married automatically.

It wasn't like Edmund didn't want to marry Olivia. He would love to, and she as well. But they both thought themselves too young and out of the experience for such a significant change that was marriage. They had just turned eighteen!

As Lucy guided them back to the ball, she had been interrupted by some eager fauns who wanted to dance with her.

" You don't mind me going, do you? " Lucy asked the two.

" Not at all. I need to take a seat, anyway. " Olivia responded.

" I'll come with you. "

Lucy didn't suspect a thing. She took Mr Tumnus' hand, and they went to the dancefloor together with Prince Corin from Archenland. An agitated boy he was.

As they sat at the table, they stared at each other, no words being said. What were they supposed to say? 'Nice kiss. Will you marry me?'

Olivia cleared her throat and lowered her voice. " What does it, hm, us, mean? " She whispered.

" I... don't know. " Edmund murmured. " Dating? I have never done this before. "

" Neither have I. "

" Can we even date? Isn't it like, I have to court you, and then we marry? "

Olivia looked at him questionably. Yes, he was correct. The rules of the Kingdoms differed from those of the regular world, for they could not simply date but only marry.

" I think so. " She responded.

Edmund widened his eyes. " So, uh, are we going to marry? "

" We've barely turned eighteen! " Olivia whisper-shouted.

" Let's... try doing it slowly. One step at a time. "

It sounded like a plausible idea. " Yes. One step at a time. " She smiled.

The girl looked as another song ended, the crowd cheering and clapping at those who had danced before.

" Now, you want to dance or to scared my moves will be too much for you to handle? " Edmund challenged, standing up.

" Oh, you're on, Pevensie. "

━ ◦ ❖ ◦━

Night was a child.

The ball had been festive, filled with laughter and cheers and even a toast to Olivia for beating the Zartarians.

Olivia and Edmund could not leave the dancefloor, being too busy having fun with each other in all those songs and music. There was a rumour that once a human started dancing to a Narnian song, they could never stop on their own because their magic was so big no human could resist it.

Peter soon returned to the room, where he was quickly accosted by diplomats and Kings from different Kingdoms trying to close treaties with Narnia or to suck up to their High King.

The Olmore girl woke up with a yawn, feeling a solid embrace around her and a warm breath on her head.

She looked up to find a handsome-looking Edmund fast asleep, his gorgeous face bright with the ray of sunshine beaming through the window.

Olivia widened her eyes. She did not remember sleeping with him; in none of the senses you, reader, might imagine. In fact, the girl did not remember going to her room at all. Maybe it had been the wine.

She checked to see if she and Edmund were still clothed- which they were, thankfully- and let out a breath. Olivia looked up again, touching Edmund's face gently. She stared at those soft lips, the ones she had got to know better last night. Last night.

The girl did not know what impulse was that, but she propped herself up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

Edmund opened one of his eyes, looking at the girl with a grin. " What's stopping you from kissing other places? "

She pushed his chest, shoving him away. " I thought you were asleep, idiot! "

The boy laughed. " Don't let my awake state stop you. "

" You're an arse, Edmund Pevensie. "

" Love you too, Olivia Olmore. "