The Island Princess (Edmund Pevensie x Reader)

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I woke up some place warm and cozy. The crackling sound of fire and pouring water eased my mind.

Blankets covered my cold skin and a wet rag was on my forehead.

I immediately sat up. I didn't know where I was.

"Professor?" I said. He was sitting beside me pouring some liquid in a cup.

"Y/N, finally." he said calmly as he returned the pot. "Tea?"

"No thanks." I said, removing the cloth on my forehead. "Where am I? What happened? Where's Edmund?"

"Caspian's Castle." he answered.

"And Edmund?" I asked.

He looked at the corned of the room. It was Edmund, asleep. He looked absolutely uncomfortable. Edmund was asleep, sitting down on a single chair.

I looked at him sympathetically.

"He's been waiting for you for three days. He never left the room." said Cornelius. "Well, not unless he needed to go-"

"That's lovely Information, prof." I said, cutting him off. He chuckled. "But... What do you mean three days? I was asleep for three days?!"

Cornelius nodded his head. "When you made that massive vine, it tired you out." he informed me. "You haven't even got to train your powers properly and you already made so much."

"Oops. It was for a good cause..."

"It definitely was." he said.

We heard Edmund groan from the corner of the room. He looked really uncomfortable.

Stupid idiot. Why in the world would you sleep like that?

I looked at the Professor. His back was turned.
I hid my hand behind my back to prevent Cornelius from seeing the light my hand.

I thought of a comfortable bed of leaves, big enough for him and it appeared right next to Edmund.

I made a small vine carry him to the bed of leaves I had just created for him. He finally looked comfortable.

"You aren't going to add any pillows?" asked Cornelius as he turned around.

I smiled and made a big Callalily under his head.

I turned to the Professor again. "Professor, do you know anything about the Island Queen?"

"Ah, I was just about to tell you her story." he said as he brought out a thick book and flipped the page.

"Her story?" I asked and looked at the page he opened.

In that page, was a picture of a beautiful woman. She looked exactly like my mother. No doubt she was. She was wearing a beautiful green dress with floral patterns and a crown made of Lilies.

"Her name was-"

"Ria L/N?" I asked. "I know."

"Well here, she was Aurelia."

"Whoa." I said. "I always knew Ria was short for something, she just never told me what."

He flipped the page and in the picture, it showed a man with my mother.

"Aurelia used to live in Narnia. She was a pure Narnian. Until someone discovered Narnia. He was from your world and they fell in love."

"My dad... my dad went to Narnia?"