Hey! I've gotten a lot of great reviews for my story "The Beloved and The Just: A Narnian Love Story."

and a lot of people have been asking me to write another chapter from Edmund's POV regarding his seperation from his wife and children.

So, I have finally managed to sit down and write it.

I hope you like it : )

A Life so Loved

(The day before Caspian is crowned king)

On this half lit day

With you crown beneath your wing

Every word just echoes

And an empty world sings.

Where have you gone my feather light heart?

I never imagined I would leave.*

"Here it is," whispered Edmund as he came upon the worn leather book.

He carefully opened up the front and read the name inside.

King Edmund James Pevensie

He began to feel a sickening tightness in his stomach.

All of a sudden he wanted to be back on the battlefield again. Taking down Telemarines; that was easy.

Opening up a lifetime of memories was not.

Sweet and painful; happy and sorrowful.

To do so would make him remember.

To know that she wasn't a dream that came to him every now and then for almost a year.

To realize that no matter how hard he tried, he could never forget her.

Annelise, Annelise…My Annelise.

Why? Why was I made to come back here?

To remember that what I once held so dear to me, is now gone forever?

To still wonder why you were given to me, only to be taken away after a few short years?

The others had forgotten her. Forgotten that he had been the only one that had been married and had a family.

Why? He couldn't figure out.

The questions swirled in his mind as he flipped through page after page of the old book of memories.

He still remembered when Father Christmas had given him the book. On that cold snowy morning when he had been seconds away from death.

He smiled to himself as he silently read from the old pages. Remembering the writings as if they had been written only yesterday.

As he turned another page a loose piece of paper fell out and fluttered to the floor.

Edmund bent down and opened it up.

It was a drawing that he had done many years ago.

The lady in the picture was sitting under a tree next to a stream. She was smiling sweetly at some small moment of excitement.

"Culrik, you shouldn't be carrying so many apples."

Edmund's head jerked up and he looked around the room.

Her voice had been so clear that he believed that she was actually in there with him.

He let out a sigh as he closed the book and set it back down on the table.

"This is too much," he thought. "I shouldn't have come here.

I knew what would happen and did it anyway.

I was better off just pretending that she never existed. Just like I did with Narnia."

He leaned back on the table and looked outside the window.

The sun was setting and he could still hear the happy rabble down in the streets. Peter, Susan, and Lucy were all down there.

A new victory, a new king, a new day. It all seemed perfect.

"Until I have to go back home and then what? I forget her again?

I'm beginning to sound like Susan".

She had a point though. Even he had to admit.

Why go back and finally get use to one life and then get dragged back for whatever reason it might be and be overwhelmed by a life you were trying desperately to forget?

Edmund closed his eyes. Just for a moment.

For that moment he could see 15 years of happiness that he knew he would never receive back in the real world.

7 of those years…Annelise, Culrik, Lura, and Martin…

oh…my children…how could I forget them?

He could hear their laughter.

See them taking their first steps, teaching them to ride their ponies, playing with their aunts and uncle, running through the forests of the Great Western Wood, make snow angels outside of Cair Paravel.

They had been his joy. They had been his redemption. They had been his miracle.

And then…Annelise.

He could see it now. So clearly.

The first time they met…on the beach in Terebinthia.

Her first trip to Narnia…our first kiss.

Founding out who she was…She was always so much better than me.

Their beautiful wedding…She broke the curse within me.

Almost losing her…She was me dream, my reality and everything in-between.

He opened his eyes…and his tears began to run. And run and run and run.

He tried to get control of himself, but couldn't.

How could he? How could he be expected to forget all of this?

How could he forget a life that was so loved? A life that taught him to love?

He lifted his hands to his face and wiped his eyes.

Letting out a deep breath he slowly started to pull himself back together.

"You never truly forget the ones that you love," came a gentle voice. "No matter what world you live in."

Edmund turned, expecting Aslan only to see Caspian's former teacher Dr. Cornelius.

"Are those words spoken out of experience?" he asked.

The older man smiled and stood next to him. He looked down and picked up the book.

"Caspian's former nurse read these stories to him. And she was sent away for it."

"Caspian read these stories?" Edmund said, slightly confused.

"Oh yes," said Dr. Cornelius, "They were his favorite. It's what led him to believe in Aslan. These simple sweet stories."

It took a moment for Edmund to process all of it.

"So, Father Christmas had been right. He had saved Narnia…with his memories. So carefully preserved."

"Dr. Cornelius, do you know what happened to my wife and my children?"

"Well, your wife, Annelise right?"

Edmund nodded.

"She married your friend Prince Cor...no…wait, yes…Prince Corin of Archenland. And live there for the rest of her days.

They had five more children and lived, from what I have studied, a very happy life there."

Edmund had to smile, in spite of himself.

"I told Corin to take of her if something ever happened to me. I knew I could trust him."

"Yes," said Dr. Cornelius, "he took very good care of her and your children."

"So, she's probably buried in Archenland," Edmund said staring straight out the window.

"Oh no. She's buried here."

"What?" said Edmund turning suddenly to the old professor, "Where?"

"Only a few minutes away from here. Shall I take you there?"

He thought for a second.

"Can I? Should I?"

"Yes. Please take me."

Dr. Cornelius took Edmund out of Miraz's former castle and led him through a forest.

In and out they weaved through the trees. Treading through the moss and ferns.

It seemed like the longest walk. A few minutes that could be an eternity.

"Here is it," said Dr. Cornelius finally stopping at a small clearing.

"There," he pointed to a white stone coming out of the ground.

Edmund's heart pounded. He slowly walked toward the tomb.

Never had the world seemed so still; so silent.

When he got there, he knelt down and brushed away the old leaves that covered the writing.

Queen Annelise Camilla Elizabeth Elvenwood Pevensie Adamelle

Queen of Narnia & Archenland

and Princess of Terebinthia

Beloved wife of King Edmund the Just, former king of Narnia

And then to Prince Corin of Archenland

Dearest mother

Most loyal friend

A never ending light in the darkness.

Aslan has taken her for his own.

May she be as happy as the lives she has made happy.

Edmund began to laugh and cry. Never had he felt freer.

"Now I am happy. I have found you.

You were never gone from me. I have come back to you, as you have come back to me."

"Thank you, thank you for bringing me here, Dr. Cornelius. You have no idea how much this means to me."

The older man smiled. "Your children…they are buried in Archenland.

When their mother died they thought it would be proper to bury her here. Seeing as she is…completely Narnian."

"More Narnian that all of us. And not just because she was born here," said Edmund,

"Aslan called to her and she answered, therefore she is Narnian."

"Yes," said Dr. Cornelius after a moment, "That is very true.

When your children asked about you, she would say that you were in the stars

and so every night she would take them outside and they would wave to you and know that you would always be watching over them."

Edmund smiled and looked up to the sky

It had grown dark and the stars were appearing. Beautiful and bright.

He searched and searched. His eyes scanning the sky for what his heart was longing for.

And then he found her.

The Anlestia star, shining over the great Western Woods; shining over him. Still as beautiful and luminescent as ever.

"Always watching, always waiting, always…believing," said Edmund as got up off the ground.

"Believing in what?" asked Dr. Cornelius.

"So many things. So many that she taught me. That life isn't just breathing.

That it is love that gives us life."

Edmund took one more look at the tombstone

"And never have I ever known a life that has been so loved."

"Goodbye. My Anee. My Beloved."

In the glistening

of the lost and open sky

Tiny piece of you sit

Simple wish waits for reply

Where have you gone my feather light heart?

You mustn't forget what love can see.*

*"Where," by Lisbeth Scott

-from the Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.