Romeo || Edmund Pevensie

Dancing with the Big Boys

  "You look content." It was a simple answer. It was just an observation. "More than usual."

  "I'm afraid that's your doing, my King." Aramis couldn't lie, it wasn't in his nature. Even when it was embarrassing for him, he always spoke the truth. "You make everything seem much simpler than it is."

  "I think you underestimate yourself." Edmund replied, smoothly. "Cos I'm at my best with you."

     The freckled boy always knew the right things to say, and it was infuriating. With only a word, he could send Aramis' insides into a squirming ball of nerves and confusion. Even after all of those years that he had spent with Edmund in mind, it came as a surprise to him when the slightest piece of attention was given to him.

     Soon the sword was half relieved of its crust, and Edmund held it up to the light to admire it. This project was bringing him more joy than he was willing to express. It was a tiny piece of the King he once was.

  "It's beautiful, Edmund." Aramis smiled, and looked to him with kind eyes.

  "It's going to be magnificent." Reepicheep agreed as he scurried across the deck to join them. "Do they come in a smaller size?"

  "Your sword is fine enough, Reepicheep." The spirit chuckled. "You suit it as it does you."

     Whilst Aramis found happiness in moments like these, they could not help but he overshadowed by idiocy. Eustace had spent his time hiding away from the others, as he had so clearly stated his hatred for them all, and rendered himself useless. However, he was stupid do nothing. It drew him more attention than it rid him from.

     It had been such a nice day, and Eustace Scrubb running onto the deck with a butchers knife was not how he wanted it to end. He had no sea legs, as had already been established, so ran straight into Tavros as soon as he had clambered up the ladder. He'd knocked into four, or five sailors as he tried to escape someone. The amount of supplies that fell to the deck was stupid. They had been tainted now, but they could not go to waste. 

     When he saw that it was Reepicheep on his tail, he could have laughed. There was no way that Eustace would ever be able to outrun one of their most agile soldiers. He underestimated Narnia in every capacity, and one day, it would bite him somewhere that really hurt.

     "Trying to run away?" The mouse scoffed as he brandished his sword. "We're on a boat, you know."

  "Look, can't we just discuss this?" The boy held up his hands, meekly, and stood in terror as the sword slashed at his shirt two times.

  The first was with anger. "That was for stealing." The second for distain. "That was for lying." The third earned him as slap across the face with an orange. "And that's as for good measure."

     Eustace attempted to fight back, which was admirable, even for someone as sceptical as him. Though, it did come from a place of hatred, especially when he swung the cleaver at Reep. He had no idea what he was doing.

     "That's the spirit! We have ourselves a duel! Catch!"

     The orange was thrown to Drinian, who caught it without a second glance. It was rather impressive.

     "Now, come on, take your best shot."

     Aramis couldn't say that he was impressed by Reepicheep's encouragement of violence. In fact, he could barely look at it without feeling sick. His mind and body had a visceral reaction to brutality, even if it was just a jest. Edmund understood this, and rubbed his back as he keeled over, clutching his stomach in case he was sick. Only when Eustace was knocked into a barrel did Aramis feel like he could breathe again.

     He felt stupid, but the King assured him that it wasn't. They had grown up in different circumstances, and his reactions were completely valid.

     The men laughed and applauded to him when he fell to the ground. However, it masked the scream of the barrel, which far too similar to girl to ignore.

     Lucy excluded herself from their joyous reaction to seek the source of the noise out. And though there was a sound, they hadn't expected to actually see someone new emerge upon the deck. A girl, no older than nine, all dressed in pink, crawled out and revealed herself.

     "Look." Lucy gasped. Aramis stood, swiftly, and joined her side to greet the girl. She must have been so frightened.

  "Gael?" The man they had picked up from the Lone Isles, Rhince, called out. The name rang a bell, and soon the spirit remembered that his girl was his daughter. "What are you doing here?"

     She stood there, with all eyes upon her, frozen. Knowing how much he hated having so much attention, Aramis could barely imagine how bad it would be when he was surrounded by strangers. She looked like she was going to cry as water welled in her eyes.

     Her father embraced her tightly. "Here."

  Although, he soon became tense when he saw Drinian make his way over, callously. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of the girl, and handed the orange in his hand over to her. "Looks like we have an extra crew member."

  "Welcome aboard." Lucy grinned at her, proudly.

  Gael curtsied. "Your Majesty."

  "Call me Lucy." She confirmed, offering herself as a friend to the girl. They were the only women on board, and they had to stick together. "Come on."

  "Hold on a second." Aramis called to them both as they walked off towards the rooms below deck. They paused, confused, as he ran over to Edmund, and kissed his cheek lightly before rejoining them. "I'm Aramis, a guide to their majesties."

  "I'm Gael." She whispered, almost afraid of him.

  "It's lovely to meet you, Gael." He smiled back, hoping that it might bring her some comfort. "And it's lovely to have you aboard with us."

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