My dear king, save me. (Aslan fanfic) (EDITING!)

Love me...?

so I look up.

To meet warm, caring, yellow eyes.

"and welcome... Anna-Maria."

Standing there, so majestic, so magnificent, I was unable to look away. His eyes having me captivated. They hold such wisdom, so much knowledge. It felt as if he was looking right into my soul, reading my every thought, feeling everything I have felt throughout my two lives. Knowing all my secrets and regrets. still, I could find no shame or pity in his eyes. No disgust or dismay. No irritation or disappointment.

There was this warmth in them, such warmth, it almost felt as if I were bathing in a pool of all the happy and nice feelings in the world. They shone with such beauty, like the moon itself were placed in his eyes.

No, the sun. He was like the sun, so bright, so warm and powerful.

I was lost in his loving gaze, entranced by his features, I forgot everyone around me. it was just us. until he spoke again...

"where is the fourth?" His eyes had left mine, now looking at the remaining siblings before him. The question had broken me out of my trance, and I somehow shifted my gaze back down to the ground. My emotions were a hurricane, all over the place, some of them I didn't even recognize. What happened to the intimidation I used to feel towards important individuals? What happened to watch from afar?

well, that flew right out the window the minute he walked out. unfortunately for me, I'm most likely to say something I shouldn't have. But I can't stand by and watch, I have this feeling that I won't be able to keep my distance. I... feel as if I need to-

My train of thoughts was interrupted as Peter answered his question, his voice laced with shame and regret?

Peter: "That's why we are here. We need your help."

Susan: "We had a little trouble along the way."

Peter: "Our brother's been captured by the White Witch. "

Aslan: "Captured? How could this happen?"

Shuffling a little more behind the siblings, the feeling of shame started to build in the pit of my stomach. It wasn't my fault, I know that. honestly, it wasn't anyone's fault, but still, I felt responsible. I mean, I am the eldest, not just that but now I also have the sharpest senses, I should have been more aware of my surroundings, If I had just paid more attention, I would have noticed him walking out of the beavers house... I would have had a chance to stop him, but I didn't.

Mr. Beaver: "He betrayed them, Your Majesty."

I send a disappointed look towards Mr.Beaver, though he can't see it. Yes, it was Edmund who left, but he's still a child and easily manipulated, I'm sure it wasn't all his fault

The centaurs face shifts from serious to one of anger before he yells out- "Then he has betrayed us all!"

I flinch back at the loud war cry. the slight pounding in my head still there after the incident in the river, making all sounds ten times louder than they are.

The Great king's gentle eyes swipe over me in a fast motion before looking to his trusted warrior.

Aslan:" Peace, Oreius. I'm sure there's an explanation."

Peter: "It is my fault really. I was too hard on him."

Susan: "We all were."

Summoning all the courage I can, I slowly walk up beside the siblings, standing right next to Lucy I gently nudge her hand, she gives me a smile, putting her and on my head before turning to Aslan.