make it right ➞ edmund pevensie; the chronicles of narnia [editing]

EIGHT.

"why do you love me?"

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EIGHT.

"IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME," Peter starts, turning to look around the group gathered in the den. "Miraz's men and war machines are on their way. That means those same men aren't protecting his castle."

"What do you propose we do, your Majesty?" Reepicheep asks, already eager with energy.

"We need to get ready for it–"

"To start planning for–"

Peter and Caspian speak at the same time. The High King's annoyance is evident as he stares at Caspian with an unreadable look, who in return, manages a nod slightly, sinking back.

"Our only hope is to strike them before they strike us," Peter continues.

"But that's crazy, no one has ever taken that castle!" Caspian shakes his head, sharing a worried glance with Cady.

"There's always a first time," comes Peter's reply, not missing a beat.

Cady stands up to speak, crossing her arms as she addresses Peter directly, "This is the Telmar Castle we're talking about, revolts have happened and no one managed to break in." Cady barely catches the way Peter's eyes soften momentarily before he clenches his jaw and turns away, the tips of his ears turning a light pink.

"We'll have the element of surprise," Trumpkin adds, ignoring Cady's words completely. She scowls at his words, crossing her arms and plopping back down on her seat.

Caspian's protest comes immediately: "But we have the advantage here!"

"If we dig in, we could probably hold them off indefinitely," Susan joins in, taking Caspian's side.

"Is he always like this?" Cady whispers to Edmund, nudging him slightly where they sit on a huge flat stone to the side together.

"Peter has always been the stubborn one," the brunet replies, staring at the small group in the middle.

"I, for one, feel safer underground," Trufflehunter, the badger states.

Peter turns to Caspian with an authoritative look in his eyes, a look that Cady knows all too well from the way her Father once glanced at Caspian. It is more a challenge than anything, and Caspian clenches his jaw, eyes narrowing. "Look, I appreciate what you've done here, but this isn't a fortress, it's a tomb," Peter says.

"Yes, and if they're smart, the Telmarines will just wait and starve us out," Edmund chimes in.

"We could collect nuts!" A squirrel pipes up.

"Yes! And throw them at the Telmarines," Reepicheep replies sarcastically. "Shut up! I think you know where I stand, sire."

Peter nods, turning to Glenstorm, the leader of the centaurs. "If I get your troops in, can you handle the guards?"

The centaur looks at Peter, then Caspian, and back to Peter. "Or die trying, my liege."

"That's what I'm worried about," Lucy comments. She is sitting on the stone table, listening intently to the group converse on their next move.

"Sorry?" Peter looks over at her in disbelief.

"You're all acting like there's only two options. Dying here, or dying there." She purses her lips, the disagreement showing clearly on her features.

"I'm not sure you've been listening, Lu." Peter cocks his head to the side, irritation lacing his tone.

"No, you're not listening!" Lucy almost scoffs. "Or have you forgotten who really defeated the White Witch, Peter?"