This is the companion to my first book, A Traitor's Tale
This follows the tale of the other four Pevensie children. This will include stories of young Genevieve from the golden age, her life with the twins and Caspian in between PC and VOTDT, and y...
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Edmund'sPOV
My wife had just given birth to our two sons. I almost lost her in the process. I still worry that perhaps she really did die and my brain is simply imagining her ghost still with me.
But if she's a ghost, then how is it that my family can see her? If it was purely my imagination, then wouldn't it just be me who could see her? That thought brought me comfort.
I barely had any time to grieve for her—by pretending, obviously—because shortly after our children were born, the Telmarine army came into view across the field from the How.
Why is it that every time something important happens in my life, something comes along to disrupt my happiness?
First I find out that I'm going to have a child, then we're almost thrown into a war because of some prince trying to steal my wife. Then I find out about more children and then a pair of sorcerers that used to work with the witch come and try to break my family apart. Then when we thought that was finally over, my siblings and I return to England and I'm separated from my wife and children. Now there's this. It's getting annoying, really.
I will not let these Telmarines hurt my wife or my children. I would rather die than see them hurt.
Peter called a meeting with the Narnians to discuss our next moves. I was in my own mind, not really paying attention to what he was saying.
All of a sudden I heard Trumpkin exclaim, "Cakes and kettledrums! That's your next big plan? Sending a pair of little girls into the forest? Alone!" He was obviously less than pleased with the plan.
"It's our only chance," Peter replied.
"And they won't be alone," Susan added. Of course to most in the room it would seem like she was referring to herself, which she was, but she also meant my wife. Jacqueline was going to take the boys and go with Gen and Lucy to find Aslan like she'd promised Lucy she'd do.
"Haven't enough of us died already?" The dwarf asked. He glanced over at me and I hung my head in pretend despair.
"Nikabrik was my friend too," Trufflehunter said. "But he lost hope. Queen Lucy hasn't, and neither have I. And we are all still suffering the loss of our Queen Jacqueline and her babies, but she would want us to trust in Lucy and in Aslan." He also glanced my way as he spoke. I gave him an appreciative nod, even though I didn't actually lose my wife and children, I appreciated his kindness.
"For the Queen and for Aslan!" A cry rang out amongst the gathered crowd.
"For Queen Jacqueline! For Aslan!"
The cheer spread through the crowd, warming my heart that they care so much for my wife. She cared so much for them. She still does. She's the only one out of the five of us that was born here in Narnia. She has a connection with her people that my siblings and I can never quite have.
