Edmund Pevensie

You're leaning against the balcony, looking out at the horizon, boredly swishing wine in a glass. Music cam be heard in the background. Peter was throwing a grand ball, celebrating peace between Narnia and Archenland. "You look like you're having fun," a voice from behind suddenly said. You jump a little and turn around. It was Edmund. Your best friend and nemesis. Everything was a competition between the two of you but it was fun competition. You sigh and boresly sip your wine