Haunting - Edmund Pevensie

Part 4 (edited)

A/N: Hey! Part 4 is up:) btw, if you ever see the name 'Zoe' randomly in the story is because I originally had the character 'Sasha' named 'Zoe' but I decided so change it half way through writing the story. Sometimes I miss the name when editing it. So if you ever see the name 'Zoe' just leave a comment and tell me it's there so I can change it, thanks. I hope you have an amazing day:)

The Queens had followed Arkin and Sasha into Sasha's room. They had continuously protested to Sasha to try make her back out of the duel but Sasha kept refusing. No way was she breaking a pinky promise, that would be completely absurd.

"Please Sasha just think about this" Susan said as she watched Sasha pull out her leggings that she wore yesterday and slipped them on while she still wore the dress.

"I have and I'm doing it. Plus we did a pinky promise" she shrugged as she tried to think where she put her white vest top that she wore to sleep in last night.

"But-" protested Susan but Sasha cut in.

"With all due respect, he's not exactly going to kill me" Sasha rolled her eyes.

"But he could seriously injure you. You's are going to sword fight with lethally sharp swords that can cut through bone. You've never held a sword in your life which leads to the fact that you've had absolute no training" Susan continued to try change her mind, practically pleading.

"Oh I'm not using a sword" Sasha spoke nonchalantly. She then mentally face palmed her self when she seen her vest top laying on the floor in front of her. She picked it up and looked at the queens and Arkin who had bewildered expressions.

"What do you mean you're not using a sword?" Arkin barked. "Are you stupid?"

Sasha then joined the queens on her bed. "Listen" she said calmly and looked at Arkin who was sitting on the floor in front of her and then to the queens beside her. "King Edmund may be skilled with a sword but I have skills of my own. I'm small, I'm agile, I can dodge him." Sasha explained reassuringly. Lucy opened her mouth again but Sasha spoke again "trust me" she said and they all hesitantly nodded.

"Now can someone please help me get this dress off" Sasha chuckled.

Meanwhile, Peter had dragged Edmund back to the benches.

"Please call it off" Peter pleaded as his brother just stared at him.

"Why? She agreed to it" Edmund said as he watched his brothers eyebrows rise.

"Because she is just as stubborn as you, Ed. You could seriously hurt her" Peter spoke frustratedly.

"I'm not calling it off, we did that pinky promise thing" Edmund stated and Peter sighed.

"At least go easy on her" Peter said.

"You're telling me to hold back?" Edmund cocked an eyebrow and Peter nodded.

"That wouldn't be a fair fight, would it?" A voice called. The Kings' heads turned to the short girl who stood with their sisters and Arkin.

Both the King's eyebrows raised when they seen what she was wearing, leggings and a white vest top, and the lightest form of chain mail. She did however have a sword in her hand,

"Where is the rest of your armour?" Peter asked as he looked at Sasha.

"I don't need it" she shrugged.

"What about if you get hurt. Thick armour is your protection"

"a lot of armour just weighs me down" she stated causing the young King to smirk.