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So many here tell of their closeness to their siblings, to the great joy that their siblings bring them. I could not agree more with such sentiment, for the richness that my own bring me has always far outweighed any great burden they've put on me (and some have put burden upon me indeed!).

But, in that great sentiment, I must say that I have put off announcing my own brother has indeed left, and so any friend he may have had here, I ask you make yourself known to me. My brother is Edmund Pevensie, and I should like to thank you, and ask you be my friend too.

And, if you did not know him, I would say, then meet me for my own sake. I am long in introducing myself, and I feel quite badly for the delay. I am Lucy Pevensie, and most grateful to make your acquaintance.

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Confused.

And crying, sir.

For the loss of your brother.

[ His voice is a little low. ]

Yes.

[And a pause.]

I think my heart is softer than I had imagined.

Did you fancy yourself hard and cruel, Your Majesty?

No.

[She shakes her head, no, no.]

I did not think myself cruel, or hard, but I thought-

[She covers her mouth. careful as anything.]

I thought it would not hurt so much.

Hm.

[ He's quiet a moment. ]

You have other siblings, no?

Oh.

Yes. A sister, and another brother.

Did it hurt less to lose Edmund than it has hurt to be without them?

[She looks slightly surprised, then.]

That is a most unfair question, sir.

[ He tilts his head slightly to the side. ]

My apologies, then.

[ But he doesn't take it back. ]

It hurt more.

To lose Edmund, I mean.

[She says it quietly.]

Because he was right here. He could hold me, and advise me, and help me.

Ah. I suppose it does make sense.

[ No more commentary than that. He walks on in silence a little while. ]

Jon Snow threw me in a river.

[She blurts that out quickly and suddenly]

[ Er. ]

He did what?

Ah.

He threw me in a river. When I...stole his clothes.

[This sounds worse and worse.]

Lucy, my dearest love, perhaps provide some context here.

We were in Wyver, looking for the items necessary for a merchant there, and he went swimming.

So I went to tease him by taking his clothes, and he caught me and threw me in the river.

[There's a pause.]

And then we were naked.

Dear heavens.

[ He gives a tiny snort of amusement. ]

Are you looking for my censure, dear Lucy?

Nothing happened!

[She says it suddenly, alarmed. And then she's blushing a bit.]

I thought something might. But nothing did.

And I would have told Edmund, if he were here, and he would have told me some great reason why nothing did. But he would have also possibly challenged him to some manner of duel, and I do not think you would do that.

[ Ah. He feels a small uncomfortable squirm of emotion that he tries to tamp down. ]

Not unless you'd like me to. Would you like me to?

Ah-

No.

I want you to tell me.

[She goes quiet again.]

Did I do something wrong?

No.

[ He answers that without hesitation. For once there's no irony in his voice. ]

You didn't. You wouldn't have done anything wrong, either, if you had done something more than what you did. There will be times when being bold isn't the smart choice - there are boys who will be frightened off by forwardness, you see. But that's just navigating the art of seduction. Nothing you do with your body is morally incorrect, ever, so long as you don't hurt anyone else with it. And never allow anyone to tell you otherwise, or I shall challenge them to a duel.

[She looks a little surprised.]

I am deeply confused about everything that happened.

[She frowns a little, but:]

But I agree so much in as what you said. And I am glad you say so.

[ There's a little self-deprecating comment on his lips, a sort of don't listen to me I'm scandalous, but he swallows it down. Better not to undermine his own advice. ]

With what happened - do you feel uncomfortable about it? Violated in any way?

No.

[She says it carefully.]

But it has grown strange between us. I do like him quite a lot.