Narnia, Sunday Night

[once_a_traitor]

Tired and dirty didn't even begin to cover how Edmund felt. The weekend hadn't been entirely fruitful. On the one hand, the threat to the Pevensie family was still very real. On the other hand, he knew not to trust that particular source anymore. He would have to send Orieus a letter when he returned to Fandom

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[valiant_lu]

Lucy froze as well at the tell-tale noise of a sword clearing a sheath. "Ed!" she hissed. "You idiot, it's me. Please don't stab me."

[once_a_traitor]

Edmund breathed a silent sigh of relief and put his sword back where it belonged. "What are you doing out here at this hour?"

[valiant_lu]

"I could ask you that too," Lucy said, her hands on her hips as she came out into the open. "Aren't you supposed to be at Fandom?" She took in Edmund worriedly. "And not beat up?"

[once_a_traitor]

"Yes and yes," he replied evenly, still with a disapproving look on his face. "I had something to do. You didn't answer my question though."