This Is Home 》Edmund Pevensie

Chapter 17

I groaned softly, my body finally arousing from slumber as the blinding light greeted my eyes. My vision clarified and I scanned my surroundings. The fluffy bed I was laying in was immensely more comfortable than the one back in england. Feather pillows and blankets enveloped my figure, patterns and colours laced to fabricate an immaculate piece of art. The interior design was extremely fancy and classy; like a bedroom you would across in Buckingham Palace.
The walls were painted a silky, cream colour and the floor made of polished marble. The fabrics accompanied the furniture made of varnished white timber and complimented them exquisitely.

I was exceptionally hypnotized by the beauty of the chamber, I hadn't noticed a she-faun lingering in corner of the room holding out a tray with the Eleanora flower, a flask and a bowl, "I see you have awakened my Queen," the woman curtsied, gracefully and commenced to walk to my the edge of my very large bed, "I have come to heal your wound. We searched for the Eleanora last night while you were resting."

As I attempted to push myself up from my exceedingly congenial bed I realised my body ached and screamed in agony. My muscles were significantly strained and burned with an impaired sensation. My arms quivered behind me and I tried to restrain them from tembling on the soft and unbalanced surface of the bed. My left arm especially blazed worh discomfort. But I resisted to indicate any emotions of pain in my (most likely) ridiculous expression, bur failing epically, "Please, no need to call me by my formal title, Amelia is fine." I glanced at a predominantly red hue seeping through bandage tightly wrapped around my left arm, missing its previous white colour.

The she-faun blushed with a sheepish smile, but faded suddenly into a slight frown, "Oh how rude I must be! My name is Arwen." she placed the tray beside me.

"Lovely to meet you Arwen." I grinned, as she sat herself onto the bed.

"Alas! That arm is looking rather sickly-" Tell me about it, "May I please take ahold of your arm?" she asked, I nodded instantly, granting her my trust. She lifted my left arm delicately, as if my arm was made of china and break any second, "This may hurt a little," she warned. Arwen slowly unraveled the bandage, unpleasant tingles crawl through my arm. She gasped at the sight of the disturbing gash that appeared from my mid bicep to my wrist. The appalling colours were looked as though they were decaying, contrasting with browns and maroons; it was dreadful. I tried not to puke when I could nearly see the bone.

Arwen quickly distracted herself from the horrendous sight by picking off the petals from the Flower, tearing them in to small pieces and placed them along the large wound. She reached for the flask and popped off the lid. "Alas, this will also hurt. Your gash is quite deep." she alerted, again. Arwen carefully poured the clear liquid onto the petal pieces and ran her soft fingers along the wound, which took me by surprise. But being a nurse, it was her job. I winced at the biting, nipping sensation that crept through the exposed flesh. But what really awed my attention were the broken petals that deliquesced within the tissue; gold- like spider webs sprung and connected itself from one side of the wound to the other- and magically repaired itself by closing the wound by renewed skin. But not only did the magic avail my wound, but restored the rest of my body. The once tense and strained muscles instantly relaxed to a comfortable and bearable state, diminishing any exhaustion.

I gaped at my ordinary arm, astonished; no longer could I see a hideous laceration, "Thank you!" I puffed.

Arwen her bowed respectively and assembled the items she had brought in, "You are free to go and bathe before the coronation, Amelia. Linen are located in the cabinet aside the door." She informed as she picked up the tray and advanced for the doorway.

Wait... What coronation?

"Coronation?" I asked, puzzled.

Arwen spun around elegantly and grinned, "You and the Pevensie's are to become Kings and Queens of Narnia- just like the Prophecy had foretold." Arwen told as if it were obvious. Become rulers of a country... never would I have thought such an extraordinary thing would ever happen.