Al had known it was likely he’d have to face Edmund at some point. His king was no slouch in combat, Al knew that from their many sparring bouts. It was a relief that Edmund still cared enough to fight, after the display he’d put on. Al had followed his progress through the tournament. He could see the places Edmund faltered or hesitated. He recognized a submissive impulse for what it was, but luckily, he didn’t think anyone else would.
And this wasn’t early in the rounds. Combat had been staged for days, with more combatants eliminated every bout. It was down to just a few of them now, half a dozen or so of the best warriors Cair Paravel had to offer. Edmund had done well for himself. Everyone should be proud of his showing.
But the odds still favored Al. Any Narnian who’d lived through the longest winter knew what the Elrics were capable of. The white lions were a well known site on he battle field and in the combatant’s ring. And while Edward had fought well in defense of Narnia, in this, he was sill untested. Loyalty to crown and kingdom extended as far as the coin purse, it seemed.
By the time Edmund emerged out, a large white lion already rested in the ring, lounging on the packed dirt. He rose when the panther approached, shaking briskly before padding toward him. His large, furred head bowed in deference to his liege — but there was a twitch to his tail that said such deference wouldn’t last long.
Al had wondered how he’d cope with seeing Edmund again like this, but it seems the scent of omega has faded from Edmund. That was a relief on multiple fronts. He closed the gap between them, his head fitting neatly under Edmund’s in a greeting.
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Date: 2018-07-21 10:22 pm (UTC)And this wasn’t early in the rounds. Combat had been staged for days, with more combatants eliminated every bout. It was down to just a few of them now, half a dozen or so of the best warriors Cair Paravel had to offer. Edmund had done well for himself. Everyone should be proud of his showing.
But the odds still favored Al. Any Narnian who’d lived through the longest winter knew what the Elrics were capable of. The white lions were a well known site on he battle field and in the combatant’s ring. And while Edward had fought well in defense of Narnia, in this, he was sill untested. Loyalty to crown and kingdom extended as far as the coin purse, it seemed.
By the time Edmund emerged out, a large white lion already rested in the ring, lounging on the packed dirt. He rose when the panther approached, shaking briskly before padding toward him. His large, furred head bowed in deference to his liege — but there was a twitch to his tail that said such deference wouldn’t last long.
Al had wondered how he’d cope with seeing Edmund again like this, but it seems the scent of omega has faded from Edmund. That was a relief on multiple fronts. He closed the gap between them, his head fitting neatly under Edmund’s in a greeting.