anchorage | edmund pevensie ✓

Ø | epilogue

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     1953, England

     EDMUND WAS LATE.

     He could've sworn he did everything he needed to in the office before closing time, but the manager just had to be a prick and forced him to work overtime. He promised the nanny he would be home in time for dinner, which had supposedly been an hour ago. Hurrying out his car, he whipped his keys out, swinging the door open to be greeted by silence in his home.

     Odd. Edmund slipped out of his coat and scarf, placing them on the rack by the door. Advancing into the dining area, his dinner had still been on the table, now grown cold as he had taken too long to reach it warm. Sighing, he proceeded upstairs, feet padding across the varnished wooden floors. The sky had become considerably dark outside, the streets quiet by this time. He had been lucky enough to acquire a house in a tranquil neighborhood, the only noise that arose coming from the cars that passed by or the babe that cried in the middle of the night.

     Silently, he opened the door to the nursery, and there the nanny was, standing up to turn towards him. Edmund smiled sheepishly. "That's enough for the day, Mrs. Ainsley, apologies I was late."

     Gently, Mrs. Ainsley set the infant in her arms down. "It's alright, Mr. Pevensie. He was sleeping soundly. Didn't wake, nor cry. A good babe he was today." She said proudly, crossing the room to Edmund. "I'll go see myself out."

     "Alright. Have a good night, Mrs. Ainsley." Said Edmund. With that, she disappeared behind the door, shutting it close behind her. Finally alone with his son that he had taken on from a shelter, Edmund let out a tired sigh, careful not to wake him as he walked over to the crib to plop down on the chair next to it.

     After their last time in Narnia, he had to live his life in the real world. With Peter and Susan in America, he and Lucy decided to stay a while longer in England. Although, as they grew older, Lu had also transferred with their older siblings, while he stayed behind, eventually finding work here. Perhaps it was the thought that this was the place where they had grown up, or it was where he felt the closest to Narnia and to Jamie. Funny, how he never really forgot her.

     Edmund has had a few girlfriends since then, but none ever stuck. What could he so, none of them really compared, as there was no comparison to begin with. So now, he spent his days alone, with his son, working to sustain them both. It was always so easy in Narnia, they didn't need to strive for themselves. The biggest threat was war, and even then, Edmund was a king who fought in battles and ruled upon a throne. In the real world, he was not a king, nor was he anyone really that important.

     Sighing once more, he looked down upon the boy, who he had decided to name James. Indeed, he was asleep, small chest rising and falling. Edmund sometimes wondered why parents gave their children up for adoption. Of course, there were many reasons, and factors that affected such a decision. Then, it made him think about Jamie, too, had a son once. A son that she never told him about, and he never really knew more of. He wondered what his name was, what he was like, if he had grown up to be just like her. Or Zhev.