𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐨𝐦 || Edmund Pevensie

Eight

" What is done, is done. "

OLIVIA GOT ACCOMMODATED ON HER TENT. Her tent was right next to the Pevensie's, in fact, they all formed a triangle if looking from the top.

Soon enough, she threw her weapons on her bed, also realising she had lost her dagger in the river. She harshly opened the closet, and found herself staring at beautiful dresses with different silks, models, colours.

Her eyes focused on a blue and white dress that sat in front. She grabbed it and analysed the pretty dress. Its sleeves showed her shoulders, but not in a way it was too revealing. She smiled, and changed. Its silky and soft texture felt like clouds against her skin, and she did not want to take the dress off ever again.

Olivia wanted to do something different. She remembered her grandfather, Kirke, who told her that her mother was always wearing two braids. She called them 'Dutch braids', and so Olivia styled her hair likewise.

Olivia's mom died at her birth. She never met her. The younglin always lived with her grandfather, but she frequently visited her aunt too, who lived back in Finchley.

She stared at the necklace given by Father Christmas, the golden chain with the emerald lion. She wrapped it around her neck, and stared at it in awe. It was a perfect fit.

Olivia got herself in front of her bed, where her spear and her bow rested. She thought which should she choose, for she had been with the bow for months and got adjusted to it, but at the same time, the spear simply felt so right on her hands. She signed before grabbing the spear and adjusting it on her saddle.

She finally got out of the tent looking stunning. The double braid was not a common hairstyle in Narnia, but Olivia didn't care. She felt pretty and it reminded her of home, and it was all that mattered. She had almost no memory of her older house, and she had to hang on to every bit of it, otherwise, to forget her past meant to forget who she was.

She met up with a few fauns in the weaponry station, where she helped them forge their blades. After that, she went to help a few smaller animals in creating clothes. It was not an exaggerated title that Olivia had received, 'queen of the people', that suited her well.

She only stopped helping the animals when she heard yelling and the sound of Susan's horn. She recognized the voices of Lucy and Susan. She sprinted towards the source of the sound, her spear now in hand instead of attached to her saddle.

She was faster than the other animals, and she found Peter with his sword high, holding it in a manner that made Olivia mentally cringe, putting in her mind that she would later teach him proper swordsmanship, even though it wasn't her area of expertise, she knew the basics.

She looked up and saw Lucy and Susan on top of the tree, the two wolves circling Peter. Olivia was about to attack, when Aslan arrived and got one wolf just with a wip of his paw, trapping the traitor animal.

" Stay your weapons. This is Peter's battle. " - He said, in which Oreius moved his sword to his side straight, motioning for the others to hold their weapons and to wait. The queen moved herself to be on Aslan's free side, watching as the 'fight' developed. Olivia placed her spear back on her saddle.

" You may think you're a king, " - The non-tackled wolf spoke, in front of Peter. He was careful in his steps, after all, Peter had a weapon and he didn't. - " But you're going to die like a dog! " - The wolf jumped on top of Peter, catching him off guard.

Peter was quick, and while the wolf threw himself on him, he took the opportunity and stuck his sword right in its chest, making it fall down dead on top of the Pevensie. The other wolf growled as Aslan unleashed his grip.

" After him. " - Olivia and Aslan ordered at the same time.

" He'll lead you to Edmund. " - Aslan finished. Oreius nodded, before doing as told and a party of animals following.

" Peter. " - The boy froze at hearing the voice coming out of the deep voice of the lion. He looked at Olivia, who smiled and raised two thumbs up.

" Clean your sword. " - He stuck it in the grass, with Aslan's paw on his shoulder. - " Rise, sir Peter Wolf's-bane, knight of Narnia. "

Peter looked to his left, seeing his sisters and Olivia who had joined them smile at him, proud of his accomplishment. He looked straight ahead, feeling like the most powerful man in this world.

—-🗡️—-

The following day by Sunrise, Edmund was back. Olivia had awoken before the sun appeared in the sky, getting some practice with her new spear and also practising with the bow.

That day, Olivia was wearing a different dress. Today, her dress was a light yellow with golden straps. It was a simple and pretty dress, perfect for practising. It had long sleeves and a unique cut on the end. She was wearing the same hairstyle as yesterday, something that a lot of the Narnians had complimented. The Pevensies also had, but Peter didn't understand much of that, so it was mostly Susan and Lucy fussing over her hair and its unique style. Susan said that it was going to be one of her marks, the two braided hairstyle.

She chuckled , hitting a bullseye with her arrow. Olivia was very sweaty, and a few strands of her hair kept sticking to her face.

As Edmund had arrived, Aslan was currently talking to him. The Pevensies watched, and from afar, Olivia saw their need to talk to their brother as he exchanged words with Aslan. Olivia approached when Edmund got down the hill, his lip with a cut.

" What is done, is done. There is no need to speak to Edmund about what is past." - Aslan said as he and Olivia left, they wanted for the family reunion to happen and did not want to interrupt it. The last thing Olivia heard was the single word awkwardly coming out of Ed's mouth:

" Hello. "