(Edmunds POV)

I sat on the balcony for a while, staring up at the moon, completely ignoring my dinner that a few friendly faces brought up a while back. The silver moon hung in the sky just above the ocean, shining its white light down upon the now dark waters. I rose to my feet a few moments later, pulling my shirt over my head as I made my way over to the dresser. I pulled out a worn out, black v-neck tunic and turned around, preparing to pull it over my head when a voice sounded, startling me so much that I actually dropped the shirt.  

"Is that from her? The White Witch, I mean?" Emmy asked from the doorway.

I blinked at her, processing what she had asked for a moment before realizing she was staring at the scar on my side. "Um-" I stuttered, bending over and scooping up the shirt, quickly pulling it on before replying. "Yes."

I turned my back to her and tried to calm my rapidly beating heart by taking a few deep breaths. The scar was a constant reminder that I let the White Witch tear me down and manipulate, it was a sign of my weakness, and it was something I never wanted her to see. 

So lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear Emmy come up behind, and I jumped slightly and spun around as her hand touched my back. We stared at each other for few seconds before she reached out gently and grasped the bottom of my shirt, meeting my eyes as she tugged it up just enough to see the faded white scar that ran a few inches on my left side. Carefully, she ran one finger along it and smiled sadly. "Does it hurt much?"

I shook my head, unable to find the words to answer. "Ugh, no, not anymore. Lucy-um-she healed it with her- her cordial." 

After a few seconds she dropped my shirt and made her way to the center of the room, crossing her arms over her chest and looking around,  as if that moment between us hadn't just occurred. "So, this is what the High King of Narnias room looks like, huh?"

"Wrong room i'm afraid." I smirked at her, forcing the butterflies in my stomach to settle down as I joined her. "Peters is down the hall."

"Its seems i'm not the one who's wrong here. You're the High King now, remember? Or did you completely miss Caspian's introduction earlier?" I felt her eyes on me for a moment as I stared at my feet, smiling lightly. "You don't like him very much. Why?"

"No, I do, he just-"

"He just what?"

"When Maggie was here Caspian fancied her quite a bit and it killed Peter, no matter how hard he tried to pretend that it didn't, and now you're here and he's being a bit friendlier than I remember him being." I tried to her avoid her smirk, walking over to the balcony once more and resting my arms against the railing. 

"Oh, I see. So this is jealousy, is it? Interesting." She smiled, leaning on the rail beside me, nudging my arm with hers. "Lucy is with him now. Do you think he fancies her too?" She joked, causing me to roll my eyes.

"No, of course not. Why is she with him?" I angled my body to face her. 

"I told her I wanted to look around and she insisted that I see Susans room and from there we ended up at Caspian's door. I told her I was right behind her, but I may or may not have left her with him." She smiled sheepishly. 

"Really?" I raised my eyebrows in amusement. "And why did you not want to join my valiant sister?"

"I wanted to see your room." 

The smile dropped from my face as her eyes met mine momentarily. "I'm sure Lucy would've taken you, had you asked."

"I did ask, but I wanted to come alone. I just wanted to talk privately." She shrugged. "What do you think these allies are going to be like."

"That's not what you came to talk about, is it?" I peered at her, instantly feeling dread as I noticed her eyes watering.

Shaking her head lightly, she took a deep breath. "I've been keeping a secret from you and i'm afraid you'll hate me once you find out."

"I would never hate you, not ever, no matter what you did." I grasped her hand, leading her back inside and taking a seat beside her on my bed. "Please tell me."

She took another deep breath. "I lied about not knowing about Narnia. The truth is, I've known about it for a while now because I was born here."

I felt my eyes go wide as I forced myself not to react to strongly. "Okay. How did you end up in our world?"

"My mother was a very powerful witch and, despite how much she already had, she constantly craved more magic. She wanted so badly to rule Narnia that when she heard of a tale about two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve she ordered me to go to Aslan and pose as one of them to get answers."

"How old were you?" 

"Six." She replied. "I refused, saying that he would never be so easily fooled and that I wouldn't lie to him anyway. She grew angry and began to pay less and less attention me and focused more on my aunt, whom also shared her ideas and contained a great deal of magic as well. They gathered a few forces, just enough to make a small army, and ended up battling Aslan. Together they were too powerful and over threw him, but not before he trapped my mother in a magical urn, hiding it so my aunt could never find it. My aunt flew into a fit of rage and created a portal, sending me to our world so she wouldn't have to deal with me."

I shook my head slowly as realization took me over. "Emmy, the only one who's ever overthrown Aslan was-"

"Yes, my aunt is the White Witch."

"Did- does Maggie know?"

"No!" She replied quickly. "She knows I was adopted, but no one in our family ever brought it up because they consider me their biological family. You're the only one i've ever told. I'm so sorry, Ed! I wanted to tell you sooner and I had every intention of doing so, but then you told me about what happened between you two and what she did to you and I couldn't bare you looking at me like you do her."

"Why would I hate you? You didn't have anything to do what happened to me. You didn't have anything to do with anything. You can't help who you're born to, but what you can help is what you do after that, and you chose to do the brave and good thing." 

She stared up at me wide eyes, her mouth slightly agape. "You-you mean you arent mad?"

I smiled, leaning forward and enveloping her in a hug, sighing as she buried her face in the crook of my neck, a few hot tears slipping out as she clung to me. "Of course not. You can always come to me, about anything and everything, okay?"

She nodded slightly, letting out the breath she'd been holding, resting her chin on my shoulder. "Thank you for understanding." 

I nodded feeling completely content with her in my arms, despite what she had just revealed. The feeling of anger never once crossed my mind, due to the fact that I was overtaken with joy and pride that she trusted me that much. I tightened my arms around and squeezed, smiling as she did the same, and prayed silently to Aslan to keep this moment alive forever.