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Birthday Wishes	By : Crazi Category: A through F > Chronicles of Narnia Views: 6860 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When they had put Lucy to bed together it seemed so natural, even though they had never done it before when the girl was completely asleep. It’d be a lot of fun too, trying to whisper to each other, patience was not in vast supply we were both a bit touchy after spending so much time appeasing the guests of her first birthday here in Narnia. It seemed so many people wanted to talk to the Kings. Edmund looked half asleep himself, but awake enough to continue to function, just not as alert as Susan was. Even Peter wasn’t that awake… did she sleep in till near the time for the party?
Peter decided it wasn’t important and followed Edmund’s lead towards their rooms. He put his hands on the cool stone and looked up at the sky while Edmund looked towards the sea. They didn’t go on vacation much, and even rarer with the war and Edmund had always seemed to have a fascination with water and with the sky. Peter shuddered as he remembered the one time he wished his brother didn’t have an interest. But Edmund did, and they had to deal with it… like they dealt with other things. Peter smiled thinking of how Edmund had shown regal command over a worried Tumnus and had made the faun shut his jaw with an audible click. Edmund had even tried to make himself taller, more like Peter’s height which would give him a couple of inches over the creature.
Edmund deserved some rest after all that had been happening. Things had been a whirlwind recently and they were all trying to keep up, but none more so than Edmund in his eyes. He wasn’t sure if Edmund even saw it, but the dark boy had been trying hard to learn more things about Narnia, reading more books than Susan, even going so far as to steal one from her when she wasn’t looking. Peter decided right then, he’d do something for Edmund, the boy deserved it after all. His brother had risked his life and almost died for him, had it not been for little Lu and her bottle of magic potion, Edmund would have died and Peter wouldn’t have been there for him in those last minutes, probably dead himself if it hadn’t been for Aslan. Once the Witch had hurt Edmund, Peter was just seeing red. He shook himself out of his reverie and looked over at Edmund.
“What do you want for your birthday, Ed?” he asked him, grinning slightly. He was High King now, he was sure he could get whatever Edmund wanted. He was a bit confused when Edmund looked at him confused just slightly. He looked at the sky, figuring that Edmund wasn’t going to tell him anyway.
“Yours is before mine. You first!”
Peter laughed, finding that such an ‘Edmund’ response to the question. “But I asked first. Besides, I’m the High King,” he said as he looked back at Edmund, grinning at him. This made Edmund scowl adorably which made Peter smile brighter as Edmund then joined in with his laughter, the younger looking out to the water. Peter looked too. What had caught Edmund’s eye out there anyway?
“I dun know… There is something, but you’ll think it’s silly!”
“How! I won’t even know what it is if you don’t tell me,” the elder reasoned with him as he mimicked Edmund’s position on the balcony, leaning on the small wall and looking out at the dark sapphire waves.
“Peter.” Edmund gave him a look. ‘His looks are so cute… Does he even realize that those looks don’t really make him seem older or annoyed even. He looks almost like, like a model or something. Just like he’s pretending to be put off or upset. He really doesn’t have the face for being upset…’ style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Peter gave him a winning smile and Edmund seemed to press further into the stone of the castle. “Alright. I’ll tell you what I want.”
“Good. Because I figure I’ll have to figure out how to get it for you.” Peter says, meaning for it to be teasing, but Edmund seemed to take it seriously and Peter listened to the quite confession.
“Peter, I want it to be just us. The four of us… class=GramE>Small. And then you and me, talking all night like we did at home.”
The blonde king blinked and turned to his little brother, who was starting to stand a blush on his cheeks which made Peter wonder what was going on his head to begin with. Was he that embarrassed that he wanted the family together? “That’s what you want? You can have the biggest party and all the sweets in the world, we could have it really anywhere in Narnia and you-class=GramE>“ Peter just wanted to make sure that Edmund was sure because if he was going to do that, he needed to get things set up so they’d all be there together on Ed’s special day.
“Want my family with me! Peter, forget it. You can tell me what you want for your birthday later,” Edmund said as he turned on his heel and walked off the balcony and disappeared into the hall that their chambers were in. Peter scowled and started after him. He hated that Edmund always seemed to be assuming the worst in people regarding him lately. It was making him worried about the Just king.
Peter frowned and moved to follow but as he got to Ed’s door, not too long after Ed which he was thanking his long legs for, he heard the lock catch and this made him frown harder. He pursed his lips and then headed off towards where he knew Oreius would be lurking. He had something to arrange.
True to form the centaur was where he normally was, and happy to oblige Peter when he asked to speak with him. As Peter gushed out his problem, or what he figured the problem was Oreius listened intently, nodding at all the appropriate times, grinning slightly at Peter who seemed to be really intent on babbling till he had worked out exactly what he wanted before turning to Oreius.
“Can we do that?”
“Your majesty, you may do what you wish…”
“I mean, is it okay that Ed and I go off for a day or so?” Peter asked him as he sank into a chair.
“If you are asking whether or not your sisters, the Queens will be able to handle the politics, that if for you to decide, but if you are asking if you are allowed to spend time with your brother alone, I do not see why that would be a problem…”
“I mean more like we’re not going to be followed by a small group of soldiers, are we? I want it to be just me and Ed… I don’t like that he feels he might loose me as his brother,” Peter explained to the centaur with a sigh while looking over in the direction of the window.
“My King, if I may be so bold. I know that I would feel better if you had a small guard with you, they do not have to interfere with your affairs, just be nearby in case of danger.”
“I don’t want Ed to see them follow us. They can follow, but they’re not allowed to be so close that Ed knows their following. And what are some places near here that we should know about, as kings? I figure we can go exploring together, maybe fishing... Or something like that,” Peter explained and Oreius smiled.
“My own brother has done the same with me, exploring and fishing. We have also stayed away from home together to sleep under stars.”
“I don’t think it’s wise for camping just yet,” Peter told Oreius as he stood. “Can you gather a guard together, perhaps get what we’ll need for fishing gathered as well. I should get to bed if Ed and I are going to get going a decent time in the morning.”
“Consider it done, sire,” the centaur bowed and headed from the room, Peter heading out as well with a smile as he was confident that the captain of the guard would make sure his requests were met to the best of the capabilities of the staff in the castle.
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Peter woke extra early the next morning to get ready. He pulled out some of the clothes he’d been given before the battle with the Witch. After settling himself, he put his crown away and grinned, jogging down the corridor to surprise his sleeping brother.
When Edmund’s door opened a crack, he was greeted with the glare he was expecting, even the door started to close on him, but he pushed back. “Oh no you don’t Ed!” he told him smiling winning at his brother as he managed to get into the room. That made Edmund’s face try to for a scowl, but really it looked more like he was acting like he was annoyed with Peter but really wasn’t. Peter reached out and ruffled the soft hair above the almost angelic face of his brother. “You and I have a full day ahead of us!”
“A full day ahead… Peter, what are talking about and style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>why in the world did you wake me this early?” A yawn followed the very typical Edmund response. Peter put his hands on his hips and smiled at Edmund, giving him a wink.
“I’m talking about our day together, Ed.”
He got a look, a very confused and yet still very worried look from the younger of the Pevensie brothers. Edmund tilted his head slightly to the side, rubbing adorably at his eyes. style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>‘All right there, Peter Pevensie! You’re a king, and this is your little brother after all!’ Peter’s head told him. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know why it was so important to him that Edmund was always smiling and happy, and why he felt like he should be the one to give it to him now.
“We didn’t have a day together planned, I’d remember,” Edmund spoke up, tilting his head the other way.
“You don’t remember because I planned it all last night!” Peter told him, leaning against the wall and watching Edmund try to process the information in his still sleepy mind.
“Last night?” came the confused reply from the darker child.
“Yes, after our talk.” Peter grinned wider when Ed blinked and then started to smile at him. His heart swelled knowing he put that smile there. “Good. Now, get dressed, in non-royal garb.” Edmund’s gaze wandered over Peter and the other fought back wanting to shift at his scrutinizing gaze.
“Alright, but-“
“Then, meet me in the dining room. I’ll explain when you get there. Don’t take too long all right?” he asked as he headed back towards the door, grinning back at Ed who seemed to be waking.
“Course not. The toast would be cold by then,” Edmund told him as the door closed and Peter gave it a look and then started laughing and shook his head. Sometimes Edmund could sound so serious about the strangest things.
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Peter was very happy at how things had turned out on their adventure. Edmund had, when told more of the details, actually attached to him in a hug. They left before most the castle was awake, including their sisters. Oreius had said he would make sure the girls were safe, not that he or Peter thought they wouldn’t be within the castle but it was more along the lines of protocol. The centaur had also volunteered himself to tell the two young w:st="on">Queens that they were going to be alone for the day, or so.
Edmund had decided to ask Philip for a ride, if that was all right while Peter took one of the other horses. Philip obliged the young king and they were off. They bantered a bit, racing the horses down paths to places they had yet to be that they felt they should go to know what they were ruling. They talked of their mother and father a bit, Peter apologized to Ed. He felt he had to grow up, to take Dad’s place when he left for the war. Ed told him he understood, even if he didn’t understand much. Peter had smiled at him.
“I never mean to be so mean, you know. But most the time, you scared me. Going off and doing things that I couldn’t protect you when you went to do them.”
“What do you mean?”
“The raid for example. I yelled at you, called you selfish and such… You have no idea how much you scared me, all for a picture of Dad, that we could replace. Ed, we- I cannot replace you and I don’t want to.”
“I knew you were scared in the battle with the witch but-“
“You have a habit of worrying me… But you’re my brother and I love you and I think that means, ‘worry excessively’ really.” Edmund laughed and they came upon a river to fish for their lunch, Peter holding Edmund from behind to teach him how.
While they were there, they just talked about anything. Peter had gotten his way though. He got to through his big gala for Edmund. He planned on trying to make it bigger than Lucy’s had been. More guests, more food, more music, more dancing—more smiles from Edmund. Especially when Peter had found him and pulled him away from the rest of them, completely unnoticed really because one brother wanting to talk to another was normal. Once away, they’d gone to Peter’s rooms where Peter had placed clothes in the confused boy’s arms and declared he was to change. A few minutes, later, Edmund was sneaking out of the castle with his older brother, the High King himself, to find a spot on the beach to sit. They were laying on blankets, Edmund with his head on Peter’s chest, staring up the sky, trying to find constellations like the ones back home on Earth. They were up the entire night, Peter mostly listening to Ed’s happy voice as they waited for dawn together. The conversation slowly drifted to upcoming duties. They were heading to neighboring country by boat and Edmund was a bit weary. Peter kissed his brother’s cheek as they faced the ocean.
“It’s just a boat Ed… I promise, you’ll get your sea legs, we’ll do it together. It’s not like we’re going to ride dragons out there!”
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“Peter… You have to leave now?”
“It can’t be helped, Ed.”
“Then, will you-“
“I promise, Ed. I’ll be back before you’re nineteen, I promise!”
“My King! The storm is following us!”
“All the more reason to get back to class=SpellE>Cair Paravel!” Peter said to the soldier who had called forward as they made their way homeward.
“King Peter, that is not the only reason, that you are pushing to get back to the castle, is it?” Oreius asked Peter as he galloped beside him, mud splattering up against them.
“It’s Ed’s nineteenth birthday, Oreius. I’m his older brother and I’m not about to miss it!”
“It is hours until midnight…”
“He was born at half past nine, and I must be there before then. I promised, Oreius.”
“The storm my cause us to loose speed.”
“We should get in as much ground as we can before it hits us then,” Peter told him sternly, urging his horse onward. Oreius shook his head at the young king. Peter the Magnificent would not break a promise anyone, especially Edmund the Just, at any cost but to promise to be home by a certain time on a certain day was a bit more specific than he’d ever heard of, especially if it was not for a meal.
Peter growled to himself as one of the tendrils of the storm passed over them bathing them in a light rain. Not soaking their clothes, though his cloak kept him dry, but it did make the road muddy and harder to keep up speed.
‘I will NOT be late, Ed… I made you a promise and I’ll keep it because I know what kind of smile that will put on your face. I’ll do anything for that smile Ed; you should know that by now.’ Peter thought to himself. He sighed and squinted into the distance. The cliffs, he could see the cliffs from here! The rain had faded, leaving mud and puddles in its wake but it was trying to sneak up behind them again.
Finally at the front of Cair class=SpellE>Paravel, Peter leapt off his horse and handed the reins to a stable hand and headed up the steps quickly, his party shaking their heads at the young king. One would think he was racing to see a lover rather just his little brother; king or not, but Peter paid them no attention. He jogged towards the noise of the ballroom, brushing past well wishing subjects and servants.
High King Peter the Magnificent was a man on a mission, and he didn’t have long to fill it. He looked around the room when he entered, paying no heed to how he must look and indeed he probably should have straightened out first but he was on a tight schedule.
Crown askew on his head, riding clothes slightly splattered with mud and wet in spots, muddy boots, and a rain cloak were not the attire people were expecting of him if he made it to the Party.
Scanning the crowd with an intent look, people moved and whispered to themselves before Peter’s eyes met with the silver crowned, dark haired angel he called his brother. It was making it’s way through the crowd and then he had Edmund in his arms again. He carefully inhaled the scent of cinnamon, rose and sea salt that seemed to cling to his brother.
“You didn’t give up on me, did you Ed?” Peter teased him, pressing his cheek to Ed’s hair.
“You were almost late!” Edmund whispered against his shoulder as he gave him a squeeze.
“But I wasn’t, now was I?” was Peter’s teasing reply as they pulled apart a bit. “Happy Birthday Ed. You blow out those candles yet?” Peter grinned at him, hands resting on his mid-back.
That was a tradition that the Pevensie’s had refused to give up when they had come to Narnia. Especially Lucy who almost threw a fit before Edmund and Peter had intervened. So they all continued to blow out their candles.
It seemed at that moment that the cake was wheeled out. Peter blessed his timing and thanked whatever Gods or powers that were listening that he made it in time
“We were waiting for you!” Edmund joked while Peter steered him towards the cake. Letting Lucy happily sing the birthday song with Susan and Mr. Tumnus as Peter watched Edmund, something he found himself doing more and more, especially in the last year. Edmund was lighting biting his lower lip and watching the flames dance, deep in thought over what his wish should be.
Before long, Edmund was nodding to himself. With a deep breath, the younger king blew out his candles, grinning as Lucy happily bounced and clapped her hands, Tumnus clapping with her as others cheered.
“So Ed, what was your wish this year?” Peter teased him as he pulled Edmund into a sideways hug.
“For you to arrive at a decent time,” Edmund goaded at him with a grin. Peter gave him a look and flicked his forehead, the younger laughing. Soon people were laughing and talking again, and Peter moved to slip away eager to change into more comfortable clothes that weren’t covered in mud or scratchy from being wet. Edmund followed, grabbing his brother from behind and grinning up at him when Peter turned to see him. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Do what?” Peter questioned, looping his arm around Edmund’s shoulders as he smiled back at the dark haired boy, no, young man attached to him.
“Come in right from riding…” Edmund murmured, head resting on Peter’s shoulder peacefully.
“But I did. You see, I made a promise to this King, who has a habit of thinking he’s not worth even a bit of the special treatment he gets so I just have to give him more to try and prove him wrong.” The blonde young man gave Edmund a look. The younger sighed and looked up at him with a sigh.
“Peter.”
“Ed, you know I’m right.” Peter gave him a look as Edmund pulled away from him.
“No! Maybe from them,” he said pointing towards the ballroom, “But I like to think you do these things for me because you love me!” He blushed and looked away. “You are my brother.”
Peter’s heart leapt at the words ‘love me’ from his brother. He sighed and looked him over before pulling him close again, kissing his forehead. “Yes, and as your older brother, I have to protect you and teach you things. Like Edmund the Just is just as important as-“
“As Peter the Magnificent,” Edmund finished for him with a wry grin as he pulled away from him.
“I hate that title.”
“You are though.”
“You are.” Peter gave him a serious look.
“Now you’re exaggerating. You need to wash, and change,” Edmund told him with a smile.
“It’s too cold for the beach this year Ed. The rains are coming and will hit in a couple of hours,” Peter told him gently, waiting for the smile to fade away from Edmund’s lovely face.
Ed beamed though as Peter hugged him from behind. “We can stay in, shut the glass doors to a balcony and lay there!”
“You really do love these talks, don’t you?” Peter teased, kissing his cheek. “Come to my chambers in an hour, changed and ready. You can stay in mine tonight.” ‘I just hope I can keep myself under control while you’re there. I don’t know if you’d ever forgive me if did something we’d regret…’
With that, Peter was heading to his chambers and Edmund was blushing darkly and heading for his own.
Peter sighed and shut his door before pulling off his dirty clothes before heading towards the washroom off the side of his room, moving to get clean for when his brother came for their ritual talks.
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