Another brother. As if Peter would have allowed it, even if Edmund had ever felt the same way —
No, Al reminded himself. No, it wasn’t fair to blame Peter for this. Or Edmund. Maybe he’d never been more than another conquest to the younger king, but that wasn’t wrong. Nothing Edmund had done was wrong for Edmund. It just — could never be right for Al.
“Thank you very much.” He said finally, accepting the letter. He didn’t know if he could ever bring himself to read it. It seemed like one more twist of the knife in a wound that would never heal. “I’m sorry.” He didn’t need to speak that harshly to her, after all. It might have been true — Lucy didn’t understand what she was asking Al to give up — but still.
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Date: 2018-07-19 06:57 pm (UTC)No, Al reminded himself. No, it wasn’t fair to blame Peter for this. Or Edmund. Maybe he’d never been more than another conquest to the younger king, but that wasn’t wrong. Nothing Edmund had done was wrong for Edmund. It just — could never be right for Al.
“Thank you very much.” He said finally, accepting the letter. He didn’t know if he could ever bring himself to read it. It seemed like one more twist of the knife in a wound that would never heal. “I’m sorry.” He didn’t need to speak that harshly to her, after all. It might have been true — Lucy didn’t understand what she was asking Al to give up — but still.
“Would you tell him goodbye from me?”