Broken But Breathing // Edmund Pevensie

Chapter Two

Lucy had shown Gabrielle her room, along with the rest of the Avra family, and as it was grand and preferably a lot better than their normal rooms, they didn't take time to settle in.

But Gabrielle couldn't stop admiring the walls, the engraved patterns. The door knobs, the bed frame, the bed sheets themself. She was absolutely shocked at how much enrichment was in every details of each small thing. She did like her own castle back in Avra, but she favoured this interior. As she's slightly more modern than the rest of her generations.

But the only thing that she wasn't happy about, was the big fuss over the ball that was set in only 30 minutes.

"But mother! We have balls all the time, why should I go to this one? It'll be the same old same old!" Gabrielle whined, as servants of all different breeds tightened her corset, giving her the figure she already had.

Her mother, Grace was in Gabrielle's room. Already ready, in a silk long deep red ball gown. Dotted with jewels and diamonds. "Gabrielle, you must show your face for the night. The Pevensie family has held this ball for our arrival. It's only necessary."

"The only thing necessary is that I'm polite, as you said. I've been polite already-" Gabrielle tried to defend herself, but winced as the servant tightened her corset again. Before tying a knot in the back.

"-polite? Polite as in throwing a half eaten apple you didn't ask for at Edmund the Just?" Grace shout back at her, as Gabrielle picked out the silver and gold dress for tonight. It was large, and big, it was definitely extra from all the other people she had seen wandering around in. But she didn't mind having the attention on the sparkly rich dress she had picked out.

"He deserves it. He's a pain in the a-" she tried to force out her words, as her mother shook her head in denial.

"You and Edmund have been in and out of an arranged marriage since you were both born! Don't make me seal the deal tonight." She threatened, knowing full well Gabrielle wanted to fall in love naturally, and not with an arrogant king who she despises already.

Gabrielle heaved as she threw on the dress, her long wavy hair swaying as she prints the crown out on her head. "An arranged marriage my arse, I refuse to marry anyone who isn't at least my type. Okay?"

Her mother went behind her, facing the mirror Gabrielle was already staring into. Grace dismissed the servants, one being a minotaur who had carried up all their bags for them, despite King James offering his help along the way. "You're a beautiful girl Gabby, don't let this toxic attitude bring out the worse in you."

Gabrielle smiled, but she hid it with ana r he'd eyebrow. "You literally snap at me for having yours and dads genes! It's absurd."

Grace gave up, and threw Gabrielle her shoes and small fur cape as she opened the door, seeing her husband, and Gabrielle's dad, waiting handsomely on the other side of the door. "Oh, don't my two favourite women look gorgeous."

This made Grace blush as she gave him a risky kiss on the cheek, before grabbing his arm and making their way to the ceremony. "Oh and Gabby, if you aren't there in 10 minutes, you won't be having your perfect dream husband naturally, ok?"

Gabrielle shouted back - "you cant threaten me with my choice of marriage you know? YOU DO KNOW THAT-" the door slammed and Gabrielle just stood in awe. "Ridiculous."

Gabrielle stood in front of the mirror once more, fixing herself up to her own standards. "One night gabby, you can do this without being an impulsive bitch-" she paused and grinned at herself. "Excuse my language."

Then with that, she trotted out of her new beloved bedroom and closed the oak wood door behind her. She walked down the main stair case, it made of shimmering gold and a red carpet floating all the way down, her healed shoes sinking into it ever so slightly.