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[King Edmund the Just]

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"Not many do," Edmund nodded, agreeing although he wasn't really around, his mind was working overtime again. He was trying to put her in somewhere, trying to find out whose daughter she was. Yet he couldn't really picture her anywhere. Sure the possibility of her being Ramandu's daughter crossed his mind, but she didn't fit the description nowhere near. From what he'd heard Ramandu's youngest had become a cruel and vile creature, this girl, Christa, was nowhere near cruel and vile.

It wasn't a lie to say the young King was a tad bit curious on knowing the girl's identity. As he heard her giggle though, he was distracted and turned to look at the other once more, the serene smile coming to replace his thoughtful expression yet again. At the next thing she said though, Edmund frowned. She wasn't usually like this? How come he had such a hard time imagining that? She was a nice girl, and for a matter of fact better company than he'd had so far, he had merely been honest.

"I've been told you annoy the men around here... you and your brother..."

"Good," Edmund smirked somewhat, a bit pleased at the fact the guards had been telling people about his horrid, not so cooperative behavior. It meant they were finally getting to their last straws. Before he left this place, Edmund had made it his goal to have at least one of them cry and stress over why he was not being a 'good prisoner' and had to be so disobedient. They were cracking already! Perhaps a bit of a childish thing to do, but he had to keep himself busy one way or another? So he didn't focus on the pain constantly. And the dare he gave himself kept him busy well enough. It was quite the passing of his time.

"Winter... snow and cold... I saw a butterfly once... I wonder if there are any left now though..."

Edmund's eyes were resting upon her frame as he watched her, watching how she waved her hands, assuming she was trying to imitate the butterfly. Next thing he knew he couldn't keep the few chuckles from escaping his lips before he laughed once more, a twinkle in his eyes as his entire face lit up, the earlier pain in his being completely forgotten.

"You should become a comedian," Edmund grinned, his eyes still sparkling as he remained watching her, as if waiting for her to continue her little show.

"I... well, I grew up here, don't know any other life... I guess..."

Edmund nodded, understanding sipping through his mind. It had to be hard to do good when having grown up in this situation, when not knowing any better. But did she not wonder how life was at the other side? Of course she must've, otherwise she wouldn't have been talking to him, now would she? As he heard her ask her question though, surprise didn't smack him across the face. He had expected her to ask, and it was only right that he'd give her an answer for an answer.

"It is, I've seen both sides you know... sort of. Aslan and Narnia's side really is... better," he finished, giving her a small comforting smile, as if hoping to wash away any worries that might've been there.[/ul][/blockquote]

[Christianne Danell]

I was caught in the Rain..
Wasting my Time on the Ground

Christianne
"Good," Shaking her head she continued to smile a bit watching him. He seemed quite satisfied with her words of how his behavior was spreading among the men. "They will be at their wits end trying to break you both... though I highly doubt you know anything about the resistance brewing outside..." As she explained the having seen a butterfly and moved her hands as if resting them on her knee where a flower she could not help but hear him laugh.

"You should become a comedian," Her smile widened as she added... "So should you.. from the comments I've heard..." Her slight giggles began to subside and the tone of the conversation became a bit serious, to say the least. "It is, I've seen both sides you know... sort of. Aslan and Narnia's side really is... better," She nodded and began to think on things for a bit there. When Narnia's rule there was warmth and sweet berries and butterflies. With the Queen all was well.. dead and buried... it made her wonder... Then her memories went back a bit on their earlier conversation on her father.. and the island...

"Not many do," he had said about men owning islands. It was fairly obvious who her father was, at least it was more so to her than to him. The gears kept winding in his mind. At least that's what she thought gulping slightly. She considered what would happen should she tell but ultimately shrugging slightly she thought of telling him who she was. After all did she not already know who he is? What else would she have left to loose other than her head for being friendly to what most around here called the enemy.

He seemed quite harmless to her and quite fun to talk to. Though circumstances would not put any of what he had gone through fun... to say the least. "The name is Christianne Solis Danell of the Ramandu Isle..." she said softly looking once more down the dark empty corridor as some moans and grans seemed to catch her ears. Though faint as they were they were there.

"I wonder what you think of me now... for I am aware that my sister didn't speak very highly of me after leaving this place..." she raised her hand slightly pointing to a few cells further down from where they sat. "Her cell was the one your brother occupies now... i think there are still bloodstains on the wall.. it's how she wanted it." She continued to talk not really trying to frighten him but in a rather defeated tone. So she had told him who she was... he would no longer want to speak to her she imagined so why not continue to talk until he either screamed at her to leave or shunned her altogether.

[King Edmund the Just]

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"They will be at their wits end trying to break you both... though I highly doubt you know anything about the resistance brewing outside..."

"Even bette - Resistance?" His mug smirk turned into a confused frown. What resistance? There was a resistance? There really shouldn't be one, it was way too dangerous for any of the Narnians to dare start a resistance. What if his sisters had joined the resistance? They could be in a danger too. Who would've started it? Where were they located? Had they made any progress? Instantly a bunch of little questions started gnawing at him. Christa had just given her so many more reasons not to fall asleep at nights and just stay awake, pondering over certain things and matters.

"The name is Christianne Solis Danell of the Ramandu Isle..."

Ramandu Isle... Wait a second - the Ramandu Isle? The Isle Ramandu ruled over? That couldn't be. For all Edmund knew Ramandu's Christianne had been taken from the man at her birth, they had killed his wife and she had turned into a vile little thing. She had tortured her own sister, Lyanne. That Christianne had drawn blood from her own family! There was no way possible that this Christa was Ramandu's Christianne... Right? Edmund was half tempted to disagree with her and say 'no you're not, you're the Christa that is now talking to me and was born within this icy fortress. But he knew better.

Besides, it all seemed to make a 'click' in his mind now. The name Christa was extremely familiar to the name Christianne. Even though, this Christa was nowhere near as cruel as the Christa Lyanne had talked about, or rather had refused to talk about.

"Christianne Danell of the Ramandu Isle..." he repeated, as if confirming the statement she had given him.

"I wonder what you think of me now... for I am aware that my sister didn't speak very highly of me after leaving this place..."

His first instinct was as a matter of fact to stop talking to her, to shout at her for doing such a thing, but he had to keep in mind: he was the Just King, he didn't shout at anyone without having a good reason except for Peter. Peter always deserved to be shouted at. His eyes followed the direction she was pointing at even though he couldn't really see the place himself, and he listened intently to what she was saying. Edmund couldn't help but wonder if she was trying to push a possible friendship even further away than she had already done by giving him these details. The details were nothing but fact though.

"So you hurt your sister and betrayed your family, tortured dozens of people and ruined people's lives..." Edmund listed the facts. But she had grown up around this place, she had been trained to do so, even if she may not have realized that at the time the crimes had been committed. She regretted her acts, right?

"Do you regret what you did?" Edmund asked, curious to know so he could make up a judgment, so he could make up his point of view. After all, Aslan wouldn't have named him the Just King without a fair reason. To Edmund this moment felt like, even though the Witch had resigned him from ruling Narnia - though he never actually had and still considered himself king of Narnia - he was still doing the very job he was supposed to do. Help ruling Narnia, helping out people and of course judging situations of crime and having done wrong.

Who better to judge than the one young man that had betrayed his own family when he'd been a mere boy?
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[Christianne Danell]

I was caught in the Rain..
Wasting my Time on the Ground

Christianne
"Even bette - Resistance?" With a slight arch of a brow she smirked at him. "Yes, resistance... it will get them all killed though... she has them hunted as we speak... Rilar the wolf and Captain Ardell at the mound..." She imagined her words brought no comfort to the boy but more clicks and ticks in his already full mind. She was aware of a lot that happened around this place. Being close to the Queen had it's advantages, so to speak. But also it's many pitfalls, no privacy and death to any who even spoke one word of annoyance to her.

Once she had spken her nae to him she had stopped looking. She did not want to see the disgust, disappointment and hatred she was quite sure would ensue should he put two and two together. She was aware that Her elder sister had somewhat of a romantic interest to his brother, hence why she imagined he must have spoken to her. Seen her battered and bruised and utterly humiliated after a short while in the prison cells.

She could still remember the seering sound of burning flesh and still smell the blood on her hands. The screams and utter denial of the situation she was in... such a vile child she had been. Merely turning thirteen a few days later... She knew now what she had done. She had seen so many families torn apart, had even talked to her father once... It all seemed so long ago now that she sat in the dark she wondered how they felt and if there was still a chance in heaven they would ever consider taking her back.

The silence seemed to settle and weigh heavily upon the girl as she looked towards the cell. Had she truly been so cruel. The only answer to that faithful question was yes... she had not hunted and killed many but she had wanted to hurt her sister. At the time to her Lyanne seemed to perfect to leave untarnished so she had scared her possibly for life now that she thought on it. A small lump of guilt began to form in her throat. Her small hand went to it as she found it difficult to swallow...

"Christianne Danell of the Ramandu Isle..." she heard him speak her name but still did not dare look. She was afraid.. more so afraid of what a mere boy she had just met thought f her than what the witch would do should she get a report that she was down here. "So you hurt your sister and betrayed your family, tortured dozens of people and ruined people's lives..." The girl could only nod softly as the knots in her stomach turned and lurched altogether. Her petite frame seemed to be shaking in it's place and yet, she was not the prisoner here... was she?

"Do you regret what you did?" Ah, the million dollar question. Did she regret it. She thought on this.. but not for long... Since that day she had begun a rather drastic change in her view of the world. She had witnessed the war from the confines of a tower. She had seen the blood stained walls of the tortured and seen the endless carcasses of the dead. She'd seen more than any young girl ever should... Regret... did she truly regret all the things she had done?

"I regret every single step I have taken in this place since the day I was born..." a simple and solitary answer to his question. One that was both truthful and sincere. Tear where beginning to form in her eyes but she would not let herself cry. Not here... she didn't need his pity, nor anyone else for that matter. "but then again after what I've done... saying sorry doesn't seem to cut it now does it..." a grim and once again defeated tone pierced her words as she lowered her gaze to the cold icy floor.

[King Edmund the Just]

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"Yes, resistance... it will get them all killed though... she has them hunted as we speak... Rilar the wolf and Captain Ardell at the mound..."

No! No! No! It could not be happening, no more Narnian blood should be spoiled like it already had, too much had flown already in the earlier battles. Aslan would come and make it all better, why could people not get that? Ugh! This was too unfortunate, too unfortunate for all of them. Yet right now there was but one thing that really occupied his mind, and that was how he still could not believe that this girl, Christa, was Christianne... Ramandu's Christianne and Lyanne's little sister. It was simply impossible.

Even after having spoken her name from his lips, repeated what she had told him over and over again his mind, just to make sure - he still could not imagine her as the spiteful, cruel and merciless Christianne people had her described her to be. Instead, he had come to think of her as sweet Christa, yet she was that vile little child. How was it possible? The world had suddenly stopped turning for this one particular Pevensie boy.

"How is it possible?" Edmund asked himself. He didn't expect any kind of reply, since it was after all a rather rhetorical question in the first place. It was possible since it had happened, and she was Ramandu's Christianne, he had to take it without protest, like a bitter medicine, and he didn't like it one tad bit. But like any bitter medicine, one got used to the dirty taste once they had been taking it long enough, and the boy's mind too seemed to calm down and slowly come to terms with the sudden facts he had been forced to just suck up like that.

"I regret every single step I have taken in this place since the day I was born..."

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips after he'd heard her answer. She was by far one very changed Christa if he could believe the thing he'd heard about her. Or about her previous self, for that matter. She was a changed person, she deserved a second chance, everyone did... and Christa was to be no exception. One could have said Edmund was being biased with his opinion of her, but perhaps those people truly did not know the young King. When needed to be, Edmund could put all of his own emotions and opinions aside to judge an honest judgement... As he had done for Christa.

"but then again after what I've done... saying sorry doesn't seem to cut it now does it..."

Edmund eyed the girl cautiously, now a bit annoyed by her behavior. Self pity, though he himself was very good at it, was not something he was able to put up with quite well. Mainly because he didn't know how to cheer the other person up in such a case, he couldn't stand it when people went mellow on themselves because he simply did not know how to... comfort people that would keep pointing out the bad sides of things and did not listen to his comforting words in the first place. That didn't keep him from trying though.

"Don't say that, 'sorry' has a very strong meaning and your family shouldn't take it lightly. I didn't even have to say anything at all,...." Edmund responded, biting his lip.

"You deserve a second chance, no matter how awry things got, Edmund nodded.
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[Christianne Danell]

I was caught in the Rain..
Wasting my Time on the Ground

Christianne
As she sat there looking at the icy floor her eyes caught glimpse of the apple. It lay there half eaten for all the world to see. Half spoiled already by her bites and touch... she wondered if that was how she was. Half spoiled to the world. Broken for all to see and yet there still remained the other side. The untarnished side that had emerged. Raising a hand to her face she rubbed her eyes before the tears fell. No need to add more pity to her already pitiful state now was there.

Once a deep breath had been taken she composed her self as best she knew how and leaned her head on her knees once more. Daring to look at him from behind her hair. Still wanting to hide the shame present in her reddish cheeks that burned in the dark. He didn't seem upset.. which surprised her a lot. he seemed more thoughtful or confused possibly... she could hardly tell by the shadows that covered them vaguely.

For a moment though she could have sworn she saw him smile. But shook her head and made her self believe it was a trick of the light. He would not smile... not if he knew... not if he truly knew of her...
"Don't say that, 'sorry' has a very strong meaning and your family shouldn't take it lightly. I didn't even have to say anything at all,...." At this she seemed to jerk awake. As if she had been in a distant dream and was now waking up. I didn't even have to say anything at all,.... She blinked slightly at him... not quite sure what to make of his words. Granted he was trying to sooth her, she could tell but what of her story had brought any memories for him. What had he done...

She began to wonder now... he was a king... a ruler so he could not have betrayed his own. Could he?Now she was the one confused, though thankful for the kind words her mind began to race and wonder. "You deserve a second chance, no matter how awry things got," She turned to look at him a moment, grateful but still quite confused by the former words. "Your ...sweet..." she began though her tongue seemed to itch with unanswered questions so without thinking much she added in the end. ".. But what could you have possible done..." maybe her statement came out harsh then... but she didn't have much time to think on things when she was confused and wanted to know urgently what he had done.

[King Edmund the Just]

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The dark was surprisingly comforting. It felt good to be covered in the darkness of his cell, it swallowed his whole and he felt as though he was in a deep slumber, then again, that may just be because his wounds had gone numb. But he didn't mind, the feeling was pleasant, comforting and alluring to him. For a second there, he closed his eyes. What had he done... Was there anyone that actually got the concept behind it except for Edmund himself and Aslan, the true King of Narnia that had sacrificed his own life for Edmund's. The trade that had shocked all of Narnia's alliance back then. Aslan's life for nothing but a mere boy's life.

Though warm as the darkness was, it was a state that allowed Edmund to think about the past, a state in which he could sink back and seep through his own mind, not caring how much those memories could cut him and open healed wounds. When Edmund had first arrived in Narnia he had been cold and lost, he had not known where he was and a feeling of unwelcome solitude had befallen him. Jadis though had found him, she had seemed so nice, offering him the warmth of her coat and nutrition, a silver cup of water and delicious Turkish fruit. Soon enough their get-together had ended, and Edmund had promised her to come with his siblings the next time, so he could become Prince of Narnia.

How selfish he had been.

The next time he had returned to Narnia, he had been offered an even better title, but the petty little boy from back then had not listened and had put his life at risk by going to the White Witch, or the Queen of Narnia as she had called herself. He had betrayed his family, his siblings, for nothing more than Turkish Delight and a promising title that could have meant his death. He had been a traitor, he had done one of the worst things anyone could ever do... Yet they had come for him, had rescued him and Aslan had talked to him, before giving his life in order to save Edmund's.

Edmund still didn't quite understand why he hadn't just let the pitiful Pevensie die. Instead he had crowned the young boy as the Just King, a task Edmund took rather seriously.

"Your ...sweet... But what could you have possible done...""

Edmund bit his lip, brought back to the harsh reality of it all. He wasn't keen on telling anyone, but she had trusted him enough to spill her secret, it was only right Edmund did the same... right?

"I was willing to trade them for her Turkish Delight," Edmund gave Christa a sour smile. Obvious to the boy, 'them' were his siblings and 'her' was Jadis, and in his own mind he was basically begging for her to understand so he wouldn't have to speak any further. What he had done could not be forgiven, yet they had forgiven them without even questioning him... the latter at Aslan's request, but still. Edmund hadn't admitted his faults to anyone just yet, he knew that what he had done was wrong, but he had never openly spoken about his mistakes, Christa was the first he opened up to about them.

He didn't feel like he had done a stupid thing telling her though, it felt right telling her.
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[Christianne Danell]

I was caught in the Rain..
Wasting my Time on the Ground

Christianne
Her steel gray eyes remained on him as she had spoke mere moments before. What had he done... what ever it was could not be as bad as what she'd done. He seemed to change in front of her eyes. Body language spoke as though he didn't want to remember this. What she had asked... Apparently it had been bad... Just as bad or worse than what she had done.

"I was willing to trade them for her Turkish Delight," Blinking slightly she took in his words and nodded her head in silent understanding. Them... his siblings she imagined... Her... the white witch. Disaster how she had tricked the boy and she imagined Jadis truly had tricked him since she doubted people would just turn in their family for mere sweets. That just was not done. There had to be more to this story, or so she thought but catching a glimpse of his distraught features she was quite sure she should not push the subject.

"I watched them as they tossed my sister around like a doll. She fought them, or at least tried..." she began turning her eyes away from him. She didn't want to see his face change once more as she spoke. "I hated her then... felt that it wasn't fair that she got father and mother and I got this rotted place. I felt as though it was her fault I was here and not the underlings... her fault mother had died and left me... To me it was all Lyanne's fault. " she nodded as if agreeing with herself and lifted her head towards the torches surrounding them.

"One broke her wrist with a snap..." she said moving her hands making the gesture. "She tried to pull her hand back but could not... Like a rag doll... tossed left and right against eh walls until at one point even Lune had ripped her leg open.. and as the wound bled I came with a hot poker..." she then grabbed the one she had placed on the floor. She felt like she was choking her voice became strained and soft... "And then the smell of seering flesh and howls of fear and pain filed the empty halls..."

She stayed looking at the metal object in her hand for a moment before tossing it aside with force. "I was a monster... and I deserve every single punishments I get when I leave this place." She then turned to look at him a moment. "Wish I could take you with me..." she added as an after thought. But she knew what was in store for him. A short drop and a sudden stop... the thought made fresh tears brim her eyes.

She wondered if he knew what was in store for him and for his kin in just a few short weeks. They would all be gone.. another show of the Witch's power. The lump in her throat was there again as she turned her eyes away from his form. Letting her hair cover the sadness in her face.

[King Edmund the Just]

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And how Christa was right not to push the subject. The topic of Turkish Delight was still... touchy to the young man and he'd rather not talk about it. As a matter of fact, his dislike for the subject in itself drove him as far as to still turn green with disgust whenever someone presented him Turkish Delight. Needless to say, he wasn't quite as fond of the sweets anymore than he used to be. Dark eyes wandered over the place once more, taking in the icy cell and the dark, mixed with the monotone light that was constantly there.

Edmund couldn't even see the source, but there was always some light in the dungeons. At the sound of her voice though, Edmund turned to her again, even if she turned away. It was obvious she was ashamed of what she had done, the way she talked about herself... it was quite distant. And yet Edmund sort of believed he understood what she must have gone through, even though he had not tortured his own siblings, he could see where she was coming from.

He bet in here children were only raised to cause harm, and a slight tinge of pity for those little beings swept through him. As he watched Christa though, he watched her move her hands quite a lot as she spoke... She seemed to be an expressive beings, even if she didn't give off that vibe the first time he had seen her, just a small while away now, when she'd been standing in front of his cell. And he wondered just how long they had been talking now. Had it been a while, or had it been nothing but a mere half hour now. He couldn't quite remember, partly because he had no realization of the time here.

"I was a monster... and I deserve every single punishments I get when I leave this place. Wish I could take you with me..."

Edmund couldn't help but smile slightly, a serene smile lingering onto his features as she finally turned to him once more. She wasn't a monster, or she would've done something alike to him right now instead of chit-chatting the night - as she had told him it was night - away. And though she did deserve a punishment, a silent voice inside his mind kept nagging at him, telling him that perhaps she was already serving her punishment for guilt seemed to be bugging her quite a lot. And Edmund could know the best just how cruel of a punishment guilt was.

He had struggled for ages with it and though it appeared less and less often to him nowadays, obviously - with this very moment as an example - it was hard for him to remain keeping a straight face when faced with his previous crimes.

"I'm not good to keep, believe me, I'd only bother you," Edmund chuckled before sighing slightly.

"You're in the wrong, but you regret what you did; and that in itself should be reason enough for your sister to forgive you..." Edmund finally spoke again.

ooc;; am sorry for the small post x.x

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