along the cobbled floor, their hooves clicking in a rhythmic melody.

The Narnian's gleamed at the attention, unfamiliar with the acceptance and cheering their of their arrival as they walked through the Telmarine town, the villagers chanting out their names. Trumpkin walked alongside Glenstorm, their eyes wide at the welcoming friendliness that they had been denied for the past hundred years.

Aslan leads the horses, Telmarine children running and giggling ahead as they waved banners and ribbons, celebrating a win from their enemies and a loss of their own. Trumpkin had never seen people so happy to lose.

Caspian grins brightly, his face blushed and red as he accepts the affection of the Telmarine people, his people. A large, glittering golden crown, cushioned with red and littered with diamonds and jewels. By his side, Catherine felt a charming, genuine smile spread on her face as she waved outwards. Her eyes glimmered blue in the light, the sparkling, dainty white tiara settled on her hair, making her seem like a striking piece of art. It was if she hadn't just been cursing her own existence, and shooting arrows at Telmarine soldiers, hurling a sword with palpable vehemence. The Pevensies had grown to know her for her violent, yet unceasingly loyal personality, which clashed and blended beautifully with her usual bright and bubbly idiosyncrasies. Catherine highlighted the traits of a perfect Princess, and the Telmarine villagers noticed this almost instantly, and she found herself universally beloved.

She was followed by Susan and Peter, their own, familiar crowns placed upon their fair hair, waving royally with less enthusiasm and more relaxed than the siblings in front of them. Edmund and Lucy were slightly more excited, flushed from the adrenaline and love that was thrown towards them.

Catherine turned back and found herself watching over him, analysing his chiselled features and bright features, a grin radiant enough to bright up an entire room. She found it easy to see how many girls struggled not to fall in love with him. She chuckled at the thought and turned back forwards, now entering the gleaming castle that began to glitter with a new hope.

A new hope they would promise to offer.

made Edmund's presence known, and Catherine spun around in her seat.

'Come in.' She said, a soft smile on her face.

She had taken residence in her old room, upon one of the highest towers, now decorated much brighter and happier than she had left it. She was sitting in front of a small vanity, examining her makeup, her head braided, loosely, entwined with white flowers that she had asked a few Telmarine girls in the village to do for her during one of her walks. A white tiara on her head, Edmund was sure that she was never going to take it off. Not that she should, he thought it made her even more beautiful than she already was, a symbol of her beauty that he could finally show to the world.

Edmund smirked at her, watching as she fussed over several natural makeup remedies that was laid out in front of her, clearly debating which one she should use. She sighed, deeply.

'You know, Rin,' He said, leaning against her doorframe. 'It might help if you actually put some of that stuff on your face, rather than just looking at it.'

Catherine paused, turning to glare teasingly at him before sighing and throwing her arms down in defeat.

'I just want to look perfect for the ceremony.' She said, disappointed. 'But I can't seem to find the right lipstick.'

Edmund smiled and walked into the room. 'You don't need any of that. You look fine, just like that.'

Beautiful, like always.

Catherine flushed, hiding her red blushing face into her dress. Edmund grinned widely at the achievement. She took a long sigh, standing up to face him, once she was certain her face had returned back to it's usual tanned colour. He was dressed sloppily in a way that is still charming, his sleeves rolled up messily around dangling arms, his hair falling over tired eyes and looking exceptionally soft in the morning light. Catherine thought he looked devishly handsome, his eyes holding a playful glint and he smiled at her as if he didn't care about anything other than the girl he was looking towards. She forced herself to blink and put her hands-on-hips, tired, fixing her hair.

'How are you?' She asked, when she recovered from the stress she felt preparing for the Ceremony.

'Fine, I suppose.' Edmund nodded. 'How are you feeling?'

'Brilliant.' She responded, quickly before letting out a defeated sigh. 'But who wouldn't be, when we're about to rule all of this?'

She smiled, brightly, her dimples appearing by her side as she extended a hand to gesture around the room. Edmund nodded, glancing at her hair.

'I like your hair.'

She grinned, excited. 'I asked a few Telmarine girls to do it. It's beautiful, with all the flowers. It matches my dress, too, which I was very excited about-'

She trailed off, noticing that Edmund was distracted, not really listening to her and she let her smile falter as he worriedly looked behind him. She gently reached out to him, grabbing his arm, softly. At the sudden touch, his head whipped around to her instantly, his eyes focused and his cheeks tinting slightly red.

He watched her face, again, and begun to find it cruel how someone could be so stunning, yet so destructive and powerful. She smirked at him and he almost recoiled, his heart beginning to flutter. Damn Princesses.

'What's wrong, Ed?'

It was Edmund's turn to sigh. He turned away from her, finding it much easier to lie to her without facing her completely. But she was still touching his arm, and that was enough to make him fall under her compulsion. At that moment, he was sure that he would give it all up, just for her. Edmund Pevensie, the younger, overlooked brother who didn't care for anyone, would easily destroy himself to keep her safe. It was only now that he was beginning to get it.

He told her what he was thinking.

'We have to go back home, soon.' He said, quietly and moved past her to sit on the edge of her bed, looking sadly down at the floor. 'Back to Finchley.'

She was silent, looking away as she began to nod in understanding.

'Finchley's your kingdom.'

Edmund looked up, locking eyes with her as he smiled, sadly. 'Yes. Yes, Finchley's my kingdom.'

'Well... can't you just stay here?' Catherine said, crouching down opposite him and taking his hands into her own. 'You can stay with me, I'm the Princess, I demand you to stay!'

Edmund shook his head, amused, as he chuckled lightly. 'And I am the King.'

Catherine frowned, defeated and switched her position next to him. She was silent, beginning to huff and think that if she wouldn't speak, she wouldn't be able to say goodbye. Therefore, he couldn't leave if she hadn't said goodbye, could he? But she couldn't face not spending her last moments with him, and spoke up, regardless.

'When do you leave?'

'Next week.'

'Next week?'

'Next week.'

Catherine shook her head, her eyes beginning to get glassy as he continued to stare at her, softly reaching up to pull a strand of her hair behind her ear.

'I don't want you to leave.' She said, quietly.

'Trust me,' Edmund said with a sad smile. 'I'd much rather stay here with you.'

'You can.' She said, turning to him with doe-like, hopeful eyes. 'You can if you stay longer! Is there no way for you to stay a little longer?'

Edmund sighed and instinctively pulled her into his chest, wrapping an arm around her. He rested his head on hers, and ran a hand through her hair, absentmindedly twisting the loose ends.

'If there was, trust me, I would have already taken it.'

WE'RE ALMOST THERE!!!

Thank you for staying with me, DAMN. It hasn't been that climatic, really, but I love Narnia and this took a lot of me so I appreciate it.

I also appreciate the fact that I wrote this in three days and we're number ONE on #EdmundPevensie. That's insane (I think. I'm new to this, but it's really really exciting so thank you.)