Worthy Of Love | Edmund Pevensie

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ACT THREE; SCENE EIGHT—
APOLOGIES

THE FOLLOWING DAY had went by rather quickly and yet, not a single word had been spoken between both Dolores and Peter. Considering night was already approaching— meaning Peter's plan was soon to be put into action, Dolores knew she and the Pevensie had to make things right, and fast.

For if they do not, this entire 'plan' would go nowhere other than straight down the drain. The pair were the stubborn type, that was obvious, however, if the two do not make up by the start of the night, they'd have no choice but to kiss goodbye to Narnia, disappointing their people once again.

You could call this a 'lovers tiff,' even though the two were far from lovers, the label still fits nevertheless. Without Dolores' brains, the plan was bound to fail, and without Peter's courage, the plan, yet again, was bound to fail. They had to work together as a team, with no 'if,' 'buts' or 'maybes' involved.

If they wanted this to work, they too had to fully regain trust in one another. And as mentioned, fast.

Dolores was currently sat on the stone table, completely alone, surrounded by nothing but pure darkness. The torch she was previously accompanied by had failed her, leaving her in the dark. Though, that was one thing she did mind, I mean of course she feared what lurked within the nothingness, but doesn't everyone?

Footsteps could be heard heading straight for her, quiet footsteps which gradually grew louder and louder with each step the person took. She must admit, this did heighten her worry a little— but to say she was scared would be an overstatement.

It was only when the footsteps had stopped, leaving her with only the faint sound of heavy breathing, almost right in front of her face. "Dolores," the person whispered, causing her to jump a little.

It was a man's voice, though it didn't sound any older than seventeen perhaps.

"Who are you?" She asked, her tone weary. Her hand hesitantly reached out in attempts to feel around her, seeing if she could find whoever lurked. It was only when a torch switched on that she let out a sigh of relief, her hand falling back to her side. "Peter."

The boy let out a small laugh, "I must admit i'm a little hurt since you couldn't recognise my voice," he said, before his face turned serious again.

"I mean, your voice isn't exactly what i'd focus on if I was in the dark and had someone approaching me," she scoffed.

He nods in understanding, watching as the girl scooted over a little, allowing him to sit down. He placed the torch beside them, still giving a little light as he took his place next to her. "I wanted to apologise for how I acted, and for what was said." He blurted out.

Dolores' eyes were focused on him, hers narrowed a little as if to be inspecting him for any kind of sarcastic behaviour, "go on," she encouraged.

"I'm aware I may have went a little over the top with my words, as well as the way I handled the situation." He began, his hand brushing through his hair frustratedly, "plus, i'm sorry for walking away mid conversation, it was not mature and I apologise for that."

She nods slowly, listening to each and every word he says, silently thanking him for his apology. "I understand, and I too am sorry for having a go at you in front of all those people, but you must understand my reasonings as to why I did it."