( 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 )
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
⸻ Cordelia Winterbourne's ordinary life with her mother was shattered by the onset of war, prompting Cordelia's mother to make a gut-wrenching decision by sending her daughter away for...
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"Love?"
Stunned by Ed's voice, I abruptly awoke to find myself standing before his hammock, my sword inadvertently aimed toward him. His cautious hands steadied the blade at its tip.
A horrified gasp escaped me as I dropped the sword, dissolving into a mist in my distress.
"I'm sorry," I stammered, shaking my head in disbelief.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," I repeated, my words choked by sobs as I covered my mouth with trembling hands.
Suddenly, I felt his gentle grip around my wrist, drawing me closer, and enveloping me in an embrace within his hammock.
"Hey... it's okay," he whispered, his voice soft but steady.
"No, it's not, Edmund," I choked out, my chest tightening. "I almost... I almost hurt you. I'm so, so sorry," the words spilling out with the weight of my guilt and fear.
"But you didn't, my love. Please... stop apologizing," he whispered gently, his voice soft yet firm, trying to ease the weight of guilt I carried.
Edmund and I were taken slightly aback by Lucy's sudden presence in the room, as she settled at the end of her brother's hammock.
"Oh, Lucy," Ed sighed softly.
Caspian stirred from his slumber, glancing around in mild confusion.
"I can't sleep," Lucy confessed, prompting exchanged glances between Ed and Caspian. I nestled my head against Ed's chest, his arms still comfortably encircling me as I sat with my legs crossed in between.
"Let me guess, bad dreams," Ed remarked, continuing, "So either we're all going mad or something is playing with our minds," he concluded, reclining back into his hammock, gently pulling me along with him.
Lucy lingered in the room for a brief moment before sensing her own peace and quietly departed.
Caspian, without uttering a word, settled back into his slumber, seemingly finding solace once more in the embrace of sleep.
Edmund and I stayed wrapped in that quiet embrace. I rested between his legs, my head pressed to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath me. My legs curled gently as his arms held me close, rocking the hammock in a slow, comforting rhythm. In that gentle sway, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth, safety, and quiet intimacy of being together.
"Can you stay with me in my room, just for tonight?" I whispered, my voice breaking the gentle silence that wrapped around us.
Without hesitation, Ed responded, "Of course."
Gently disentangling ourselves from the hammock, we tiptoed from their room, our footsteps barely making a sound as we made our way toward my room.
Upon reaching my room, I closed the door gently behind us, sealing the space in a hushed sense of seclusion. We moved together toward my queen-size bed, its soft, inviting comfort drawing us in.
