THE BRITISH CONSUL

                                    

                                          
THE SUN WINKED down onto the sea, causing it to blush a deep blue and wave back, sending ripples to cascade around the boat. The crew members upon the Dawn Treader were giddy with excitement, standing in a small circle as they subtly spoke enthusiastically, their eyes darting between the King and the High King, who stood at either ends of the ship, polishing their weapons.
                          
Edmund had changed into more suitable wear for a Narnian King, and was squinting down as the sun beamed heavily down upon him, creating small buds of sweat to appear on his forehead and glue his hear to his head as he spoke with the Princess, smirking down on her. At the other end, Caspian shot his upcoming component a darting look, speaking to Lord Drinian and spinning his sword in his hand to prepare. 
                          
'Need any advice?' Catherine smirked, her eyes narrowed from the sun as she looked up at him. Edmund smiled, gleaming down at her. 
                          
'Do I need any?' He chuckled, a confident aura surrounding him. 'I was the best swordsman in Narnia, you know.'
                          
'And you never let me regret it.' Catherine laughed, lightly and rolled her eyes. 'But you should be on guard. Caspian's the second best now, since you left anyways.'
                          
Edmund raised a curious eyebrow and stopped polishing his sword. 'Second?'
                          
Catherine gleamed, a bright, cheeky smile appearing on her face.
                          
'Right after me, of course.'
                          
Edmund shook his head, laughing to himself. 'Alright, I won't argue with that, but remind me to challenge you later. I'll be sure to take my title back.'
                          
'Really?' Catherine hummed. 'I think you'll be mistake. Do you not remember the first sword fight we had when we met?'
                          
Edmund felt a small pang in his heart from the memory and his face lit up, fondly. It seemed like almost yesterday when they were duelling for the first time; strangers with their swords clashing together. He remembered the moments after that well, where they walked together towards the How and he got to know her much better. He saw her enthusiasm towards his technology and torches, and the complete admiration of the world around her. While Catherine recognized the beauty of the Narnian forest, Edmund found the beauty of something else.
                          
'I strictly remember holding my blade to your throat.' He said, smirking smugly as she rolled her eyes.
                          
'But I was about to disarm you, was I not?' She said before opening her mouth to let out a loud, rhythmic laugh. 'But if it makes you feel any better, I'll accept your challenge. It will be fun to humble you once again.'
                          
A grin broke out onto his features and Catherine smiled back at him, nudging her head towards Caspian, who was swinging his sword through the air, making his way towards the middle of the ship with a confident grin. Edmund smiled and looked back towards the brunette.
                          
'Wish me luck?'
                          
'I thought you didn't need any luck.' She said, sarcastically. 'You're the best swordsman in Narnia, remember?'
                          
'Second after you, of course.'
                          
'And Caspian.'
                          
Edmund shook his head and scrunched up his nose, playfully. He shook his head and turned towards the raven-haired King, who was positioning himself between the group that had formed around them. Edmund grinned.
                          
'Nah, I don't think so.'
                          
...
                          
CASPIAN SWUNG AT EDMUND and the blade kissed his cheek. The crew mates laughed, hysterically and began to cheer as the High King regained his previous position and sent a wink to the older boy before lunging and their swords began to clash once more.