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The sky was dark as the stars and the moon lighted it. The night was calm and the wind was
blowing gently through the peaceful realm of Narnia. Animals had already scurried, crawled,
flown etc. to their own homes in the country. Inside Cair Paravel was another story.

"Why do we have these blasted dances again?" an exasperated blond marched toward his

chambers, his younger brother in pursuit after him. It was just after dinner but Peter was more
than happy to retire for the night. Especially with the thought of another dance the following
night. He never liked dancing but it was apparently part of being a monarch. He tries to avoid it
as much as possible but in the spring dance, it was a tradition for all to dance and enjoy in the
festivities and it was one of the dances the Peter was almost impossible not to be noticed being
the high king and all.

"Pete, we've been having them for nine years now." answered the brunette, his cape dramatically
waving as he paused in front of the elder. "Should you not be used to these traditions? We have
them every season have we not?" Edmund didn't show any expression of annoyance but rather a

form of amusement at the aggression his brother was putting on such an insignificant subject.

"Yes but I rarely participate in this impractical gesture you call dancing." The blond walked pass

the younger. In an effort to ignore the fact that his brother was better at him in this sort of thing.
Ever since they were taught to dance Edmund was one with their sisters who enjoyed it, for

Peter, not so much. It was completely impossible for him not to get his feet tangled up."You are

better at it than I, and I admit that I am aware of your dexterous abilities in dancing. Truth be
told, I am jealous of your talent for I have not one but two left feet."

"It is true, though. What you say." Edmund smiled teasingly at the frowning blond.

"I had not ask you to agree, dear brother." Peter said in mock annoyance at the brunette's words.

They went along silently as they passed the long, lonely corridors of the castle. Peter had

expected the brunette to part with him when he got to his room but Edmund went inside Peter's

chambers as well.

"Anything wrong, Ed?" Peter turned to face his brother, "Why is your presence in my
chambers?"

"A thought, Peter." Edmund smiled, "Maybe I can assist you in your predicament" He waited a

long time staring at his brother before he got an answer.

"You mean to teach me?" Peter looked at his brother. To which Edmund nodded. "But how? We
haven't any music."

"But we do." Edmund walked across the room and to the fireplace mantle where a golden chest

stand. It was beautiful craftsmanship, very well made. Golden leaves ornamented the sides and
the lid was lined with ivory vines. This was a music box, but not just any music box it was a
magical one, it detects the mood of who ever opens it and plays a tune to that ambiance. It was a

gift to Peter from the dwarfs at their coronation, it didn't look like years old but it is enchanted

after all. Edmund collected his thoughts and opened the chest as to induce a jolly tune. He smiled


as the box produced a merry song. "Come," Edmund gestured for Peter to approach. Once the
brunette placed his hand on the elders hip, The blond pulled away, "Oh, No. I am not going to be
the girl in this dance." Peter crossed his arms across his chest, frowning at the brunette as his

crown tilted in one direction which mad Edmund smile in mere amusement.

"Do stop whining, Peter. You're twenty-two and you like like a six year old." Peter didn't budge,
with a sigh he saw it wouldn't matter much to him. "Oh, fine. Have it your way." Peter smiled as
Edmund placed his right hand on his left shoulder. "Just watch your feet and try not to step on
mine." Edmund instructed.

It was a dance of silk and velvet as their brightly colored cloaks waved as they turned and
moved. Peter was clumsily stepping on his brothers feet with every turn. Edmund was laughing

at everything Peter did wrong and he didn't seem to mind the bruises he got. The blond was

watching their feet along with the rhythm of the tune emitted by the golden chest.

"Laugh all you want." Peter said struggling to keep up with the brunette. "This is not easy," Peter
took a deep breath "not at all." After a few more minutes, Peter had already improved by not
stepping on the younger one's toes. He kept his feet away which made them look awkward in

their wayward dance of foolishness and imbecility.

"Keep it up, Pete. You're doing better." The brunette encouraged and finally stopped laughing so
hard. "One, Two Three. One, Two, Three…" Peter got uncomfortable at the wild smile his
brother was giving him. Edmund wasn't even trying to dodge Peter's clumsy legs and just let
him know where he went wrong. In another turn Peter's shin hit the side of the bed sending them
both stumbling on it. Laughter then overtook the silence in the room as the music box closed on
its own. Edmund rolled off his brother and they just stayed there, lying on the king-sized bed,
stating off into space.

"Ed?" Peter called. Edmund turned to face his brother with a smile on his face.

"Yes?"

"Had I mentioned that I hate you." Peter sat up facing the brunette. wearing that annoying smile

on his face.

"Had you not always?" Edmund smiled. "I thought I was helping you."

"It's not that."

"Then what is it?" Edmund asked, sitting up beside his brother.

"A realization when I was dancing with you."

Edmund didn't respond but waited for his brother to continue with expecting brown eyes.


"I mean, I was always looking down at my brother long ago, and now, I'm looking at him eye-
to-eye. Looking up to maybe in the near future." Peter confessed, he never noticed that his little
brother was growing up. His brother was as tall as him now; maybe taller. "I remember the times

in the past, when you come over my bed, back home, because you had a nightmare. I remember

you hugging me so tightly and crying against my chest." Edmund never denied it but he was one

of the people who loved hugs and are very sensitive. Though he only trusted his brother to see

him in that state. Edmund smiled at Peter's words and remembered the days when thunderstorms
come by London and he always slept with his brother. "But then suddenly that boy was gone and
was replaced by a brat."

"I wasn't that much of a brat. Was I?: Edmund thought of his bad attitude and let his eyes drop
down as he remembered the guilty feeling he got after that moment in time.

Peter smiled warmly, "Honestly, Yes." Peter caught the brunette's down cast eyes,"and I was

hard on you then because I wanted to see my little brother again, the one who would always

come to me for help and encouragement." Peter remembered how much he missed the good

times he and his brother spent, the times when they would chase each other and he would teach
Edmund new games for them to play together. "I missed the happy times we spent in our
childhood together with Susan, Lucy, Mum and dad." Peter was trying hard to stop the emotion

he was feeling at reminiscing at their times back at Finchley. The blond was almost returning to
his former self and losing his now regal composure. "When we came into Narnia and after
everything that happened on our first adventure. I though my heart was going to jump out of my
chest just because I had finally got my brother back from the spiteful child."

Edmund thought of the moment after the battle of Beruna, where he finally let himself see how
much Peter had loved him. He remained silent for he never heard his brother say such things and
he was between grateful and zealous.

"Even after the few months of being a king, there came the time again when a boy came to me,
he who had nightmares and looked for comfort. He would come to me and tell me everything.

He would hug me tightly and cry against my shoulder." Peter was losing the fight against his
tears. He was oblivious to the reason why his tears were eager to fall. "That boy had more sides
in him than one, for his people and his kingdom he was the Just, Regal, Noble and brave but to
his family and to me he was always the same little boy that we once knew back in England, the
Happy-go-lucky, Sensitive and loving little boy. For years he still had the soft heart and his

obsession with hugs." Peter gave a weak smile as Edmund flashed him the same gesture.

Edmund looked down and listened as his brother poured his heart out. It was fairly surprising

since just a while ago Peter was in a state of anger then in a state of stupidity and now…

"Then, once again, he changed. But for the better, he became a true king and a noble warrior he

was strong and smart. He was my best friend and the closest person I had. He grew into a
beautiful young man and the little boy I once looked down on is now looking at me at the same
height. I sometimes even wish that this boy is going to hug me again and cry against my neck, I
had loved the feeling of being able to comfort my dearest brother, but it was atoned improbable."


Peter laughed at his own words. "I had wished that he'd always be the same little brother I had
but I guess can't stop someone from growing up…"

Edmund then gave his brother a hug that the blond was wishing for. Though he cried in joy. "It's
not like I'm another person, Peter." He said into his ear, "I might have grown and changed
somehow." Edmund felt Peter nod against his skin and his hands grip the fabric of his clothes.
"We've shared so many things and secrets. I'm sorry if I became a traitor for such a small little
thing," Edmund closed his eyes trying to forget those horrid memories with the witch, "thank

you for showing me how important I am to you. No one knows what might happen in the future

but Peter, no matter how old I become I will always be your little brother and you'll always be
my big brother that will never change." Peter closed his eyes and memories of his brother came
flashing back but a few had left their mark on the elder's mind, the first time He saw the little
baby Edmund as his mother had carried him home for the first time, Peter was only three then
but he remembered it clearly. the time when a six year-old Edmund was playing chess with him,
even in such a young age the younger had already bested Peter. And hat boy suddenly became a
King who had ruled by him as his most trusted adviser and councilor. Peter sighed and felt
Edmund break the embrace. the brunette smiled at his brother and patted him on the back "You
still have to dance tomorrow." Edmund smiled.

Peter pursed his lips and struck him on the nape, "Ow." the brunette said, "What was that for?"

"Way to ruin the moment." Laughter once again filled the room as the moon smiled at the merry

sound.

End
A/N: I don’t know why but I got the feeling that I was going to cry when I wrote this. It’s just a bit of drama and a bit of humor… I hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. [I was imagining them in the age the actors were in VDT which is as stated within the story.]

Disclaimer: Chronicles of Narnia ©C.S. Lewis ©Walden Media ©Disney ©Fox

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puppydog83 Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2012  Student General Artist
Thats Beautiful!
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simplyvermelho Featured By Owner Jan 14, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
thanks ^^
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puppydog83 Featured By Owner Jan 15, 2012  Student General Artist
welxome im a huge narnia fan!! lol
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