Secret - Edmund Pevensie

chapter six

tw!! there is slightly graphic violence towards the end but nothing that's too violent.

After a few minutes of the girls overthinking and over analyzing of everything that's happened recently, she gets up off her bed to take a quick look outside. The sun is beginning to set and she knows she doesn't have much time to make it to the tree.

Maeve grabs her sword and pushes it into its sheath before leaving her tent quietly. It's slightly colder outside tonight, the crisp air hitting the girls cheeks immediately making them a light shade of pink.

She begins traveling towards the meeting spot before being stopped by a familiar voice. "And where do you think you're going young lady?" Trufflehunter questions, choosing to play dad at the absolute worst time.

"I'm just going to hangout with King Edmund for a bit, I won't be out long." She replies sheepishly, praying he'll let her go even though she knows he's not technically in control of her. She's always listened to him and he's always listened to her in return. That's just how they worked.

"In what world is it a good idea to venture into the forest at night when there is a thousand Telmarine soldiers waiting to kill us?" He argues, crossing his arms and giving the girl an unenthusiastic look.

She groans, throwing her head back in frustration. "We'll both have our swords with us. And besides, I really don't think he'd ever let anything happen to me." What she's saying is true, but she's still hoping it's enough to convince the badger to let her leave.

"Fine. But you have to be safe. I don't need you getting hurt again." He replies sternly. But the girl doesn't care, instead just embracing him in a swift hug.

She pulls away, a huge smile on her face. "I will I promise."

With that, she begins her journey to the tree. It won't be a very long walk, maybe a kilometre or so. Her stomach fills with butterflies as she thinks about the conversation had with the two Pesinvue sisters earlier. Edmund wanted to protect her. At first she didn't take that as seriously, assuming it was purely royal instinct. But now? Now she's smiling and skipping through a literal field at the pure thought of it.

There's still no way she has feelings for the boy. She just met him. But she's also not upset at the idea that he could like her.

As the sky changes into light shade of pink, she spots the large tree and a familiar boy underneath it. She runs towards him, maybe slightly too excitedly for a simple sword fight.

"What's got you all happy Mae?" Edmund questions. He's leaning up against the tree, arms crossed as he smiles genuinely at the approaching girl.

"Oh you know... just excited to win." She lies with ease, now standing across from the boy.

The sun casts a golden hue as it falls, illuminating the girl that stands in front of Edmund. He's always known her to be beautiful, but the lighting really encapsulates everything he's seen in her from the beginning.

Maeve chooses not to point out Edmund's staring problem, instead choosing to initiate the long awaited duel. "Are you ready your Majesty?"

He shakes his head, training his eyes to the ground as he smiles. "I hate that."

"What? Isn't that how I should refer to the best swordsman in Narnia? Or would you prefer King Edmund?" She will forever love teasing him. If anyone can pull out a genuine smile from the boy, it's Maeve.

"I'd prefer it if you would stop talking." He replies back, insulting the girl who doesn't falter once in her proud facial expression.

"Haha very funny Ed." She fake laughs before deadpanning to a completely straight face. "Shall we do best of three?"