(Emmys POV)

"I really do apologize for what happened back there. I- I feel like a complete fool." I sighed, stealing a glance at the oldest Pevensie who was walking on my left up the stone path to the castle.

"Don't mention it." He replied, wrapping an arm around my shoulders as we walked into the castle only to remove it immediately as we were bombarded with questions.

"Is everything alright?" I heard Maggie's voice through everyone else's as she rubbed Peters shoulder lovingly. He gave her a slight nod followed by a kiss on the forehead.

"Well," Susan finally gave up on trying to get answers and suited for rolling her eyes instead. "We should get changed and wash up."

"Yes." Caspian finally spoke. "We need to get back on the ship as soon as possible. I'll let the crew know what's going on. We'll meet back on the Dawn Treader in say an hour?"

"Sounds good." Peter replied, pulling my cousin with him, but not before she enveloped me into a bone crushing hug and muttered something like 'we'll talk later' in my ear. I watched as they walked away together, smiling to myself as Peter sent a wink my way.

"Ed-" I paused as he glared at his brother and stormed up the staircase suddenly, leaving me with a frown and a new set of un-shed tears gathering in my eyes.

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(Edmunds POV)
I rummaged through the dresser in my room, yanking clothes out periodically as I stumbled upon the ones I wanted, shoving them into a satchel. In the midst of my blind jealousy I spun around and didn't notice a shoe I had knocked to the ground moments ago, stumbling over it and collapsing to the ground with a groan.

Growling in the back of my throat, I pulled myself into a lazy sitting position with my back against the wooden trunk at the foot of my bed. Pulling my knees up a bit I rested my arms on them and let me head loll back onto the polished surface.

'This is ridiculous. Peters my brother. He would never do something like the things that were swirling around in my mind. Besides, he had Maggie, the literal love of his life, there's no way he would ever even look at another girl as long as he had her, probably not even if he lost her.' I mentally scolded myself for being so stupid.

I lifted my head up and dropped it again, allowing it to bang against the surface, sending a wave of pain through my skull. A knock on my door seconds later caused me to groan once more and uttered out, "What?"

I kept my eyes closed as the door creaked open and someone stepped quietly inside. I felt the person take a seat beside me on the floor and gently stroke my arm. "Come here often?"

I barely smiled at Emmys attempt at making a joke. "I suppose you could say that."

"You seem a little off." She shrugged, rubbing my shoulder firmly. I sat up a bit straighter as her hand traveled to my chest. She had changed clothes into a tighter, yet still somewhat casual dress with a dangerously low neck line and thicker makeup. The dress was covered in white gems from the neckline to the where the dress loosened up at her waist.

"Emmy?" I spoke wearily as she gave me a crooked smirk and toyed with one of the buttons on my shirt before releasing it and moving both of her hands to the sides of my neck.

"You seem so tense." Her breath fanned out against my lips as she leaned even closer than she had been before. She hummed as she closed her eyes, kneading her fingers into my skin causing my heart rate to speed up.

The moment finally came when her lips pressed against mine and the moment that they did I shoved her back. Eyeing her carefully. I rose to me feet, stepping back as she did the same. "Emmy?"

She laughed, waving a hand over her brown locks, turning them white. "Not quite lover boy."