PEVENSIES

Siblings in Training [edmund, peter and lucy]

"Edmund?" Peter asked quietly as he walked into his brothers bedroom. Everything was organised, which was typical of Edmund but also something peter had been getting used to. They'd only been coronated a week ago and Edmund had completely change for the better.
"Hey.." Edmund said when he heard his brother walk in.
"I came to check on you....Orius said that training went..."
"Badly? Awful? Pathetic? All of the above?" Edmund asked with slight humour in his voice but peter knew that Edmund used sarcasm as a barrier.
"Concerning bad" peter muttered and Edmund just nodded. He sighed and stood up.
"I get it....I'll do better next time" Edmund said forcing a smile.
"I'm not here to ask you to do better, I'm here to ask if you're okay" peter said with an encouraging smile.
"I'm fine" Edmund said shrugging, like he didn't give a care in the world.
"Really?" Peter asked "because Susan saw you a few minutes ago...walking in here and crying.." peter said.
"My eyes were watering okay..." Edmund lied as he threw his shield onto his bed as well as his sword.
"Ed..." peter said in his 'tell me the truth' voice that Edmund was only just growing used to.
"Okay....i was crying...I was w..."
"If you say weak..." peter said without finishing, making Edmund sigh.
"I'm not strong enough to even hold the sword peter...and I'm the worst swordsman out of everyone..." he said.
"Everyone's had a lot of training Ed, you've only just started" peter reminded him.
"Yes but....it's almost like they all expect me to be good at it. Like it should be a natural talent" he said sadly "unfortunately holding a sword isn't my forte at the moment" Edmund said "I'd much rather be reading.."
peter smiled and nodded "and I think that's great. Just don't put pressure on yourself to be the best Edmund. You have your own strengths" peter said "like...being sarcastic during a battle or...reading in the library for hours.."
Peter said.
Edmund laughed a little "I wish I was braver and stronger..."
Peter just sighed "you survived death and much worse, you're stronger than you give yourself credit for" he said and Edmund picked up his sword.
"Can you teach me....how to fight?" Edmund asked, taking peter of guard with his question.
"Y...you want me to teach you...but I'm not as experienced as..."
"I don't care. You're my brother and you're the only one who I want to train me" Edmund said and Peter went over to hug him. They never hugged often because Edmund usually pushed him away and laughed. Edmund squirmed away from him and laughed "one day I'll be tall enough to run before you can hug me" he said.
"But until then you're my small thirteen year old brother" peter said and Edmund threw a pillow at him and peter went to hit him back with one.
"Peter, Edmund I..." Lucy walked to the doorway and spotted them both throwing pillows at eachother. She giggled and leapt onto peters back, joining in.
"Looks like Lucy picks my side" Edmund said as he threw another pillow at peter as Lucy laughed and hugged peter.
Edmund went to help peter up but he just ended up laughed along with Lucy.
"You two are a pair that shouldn't be crossed" peter said and Edmund held his hand up and Lucy high fived him.
"We're small but we're mighty" Lucy said and Edmund nodded.
"Maybe you'd both like the learn how to sword fight then" peter said, swinging Lucy round, making her laugh again.
"Sure...as long as Lucy just uses her dagger" Edmund said smiling.
"The last one outside gets the worst sword!" Lucy shouted and ran, Edmund ran after her and peter just shook his head laughing