The last of Their Kind ~Edmund Pevensie~

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Astoria paced back and forth in her room. The moon was high in the sky and her anxiety was up there next to it. 

She couldn't be back. Evolet should not have been back in this lifetime. She should have stayed sleeping, waking up thousands of years later. 

Astoria picked at her nails, nervously waiting- wanting Edmund to rush through that door. She had given him everything and now she slowly felt like she was losing him. She stared at the door, never taking her eyes off it, scared that if she blinked she would miss Edmund coming in. 

As if on cue, there was a rushed knock at her door and she jumped to her feet rushing to the door. Edmund waited on the other side, making sure that no one was seeing him. Edmund slowly walked in looking at Astoria with a nervous look. 

Silence filled the entire room. Astoria held herself, not wanting to look Edmund in the eyes. She felt her heart breaking into a little pieces, but she did not want Edmund to see her cry, to see her be weak. Edmund was also nervous, breaking down on the inside, feeling guilty on what had happened. 

"I-" Edmund began, but Astoria stopped him. 

"Are you going back to her?" Her voice was stone cold and to the point. There was an extreme hurt hidden behind it, but she was trying her best to keep it within. Her once loving blue eyes, stared at him with rage and disappointment. The light that Edmund had constantly seeing in her eyes, was slowly fading. 

"Tell me. Are you going to take back everything you said? All those years we spent together? All those nights?" She paced the room as that was the only reaction her body knew how to deal with anxiety. 

"Astoria." He muttered her name, but she couldn't hear him with her pacing and her thoughts screaming in her head.

"Astoria, wait. Look at me." Edmund finally had enough and grabbed her hands making her face him. She wanted to cry. She wanted so much to just let her emotions run out of her. She wanted to get rid of them. Edmund hated seeing her a mess. She was the most beautiful girl in the kingdom at the time, and could have anyone she wanted. But she was here, loyal to Edmund, loyal to his love. Even though he was breaking her heart. 

"I'm a gentleman. My father and Peter raised me to be a gentleman. A gentleman always keeps his promise." She felt her heart skink deeper. She looked at the ground not wanting the last thing she remembered of him to be a regretful look. Their memories were racing through her head, looking, scourging for a sign, for anything that Edmund signified that he was never in love with her. 

"Five years is a long time." He began to explain. Astoria felt her heart settle in at the back of her mouth ,getting ready to come out. 

"I went to speak to Ev." Her name fell beautifully off his tongue, as if he was trying not to break such a fragile thing. Astoria, angrily, yet sad, played with her thumb keeping herself busy. She did not like what she was hearing, but again, what fiancée wants to hear that he went to speak to the woman who he would burn the whole world if it meant keeping her safe. But also, what fiancee' wants to find out she is not that woman? 

There was a long pause in their conversation and Astoria was sure that this was the end of them. Everything she had sacrificed and learned were burnt to ash and just a distant memory. 

"I told her that I chose you." Her eyes perked up and finally looked at him. He had thought long and hard about this decision and she could tell that it was eating himself alive. Edmund chose her. He chose Astoria and her heart felt as if someone had shocked her back into life. Color was now coming back to her face and she let out a huge sigh of relief.