Disclaimer: all credit goes to the amazing C.S. Lewis

Caspian POV

"Are you waiting for someone Phillip?" I asked as I saw him stand at near the edge of the Great Western Woods with a saddle on his back

"King Caspian" he addressed me "yes, I am" he spoke in a sad voice before looking at a path the led to Cair Paravel.

"I see, who are they?" I asked out of curiosity. Philip never let anyone ride him,even though he was one of the fastest and best horses. But at the beginning of each week he would have a saddle on his back and wait at the edge of the woods and Cair Paravel before finally leaving and going for a ride around the woods visiting others as they offer him food and snacks always stopping first at Mr. and Mrs. Beaver.

"A very dear friend…" Phillip answered in a quiet voice

"Is it King Edmund?" I asked quickly remembering that Edmund refused to ride any horse during the raid on the castle before finally settling with a griffin.

Phillip had a blank look on his face then he smiled a sad smile and answered "yes, it is, He insisted every Sunday that we would ride out to visit the people of Narnia."

"Why" I asked before i could stop myself.

Phillip's POV

When I think about it no one had really asked why or how our afternoon rides started, not many ask a horse to tell a story even a talking a horse. But I still remember the day clearly.

It was about a little over a year into their reign and some Narnians were still cautious around Edmund and it bothered it him. So one afternoon he walked in and said "Phillip we're going for a ride"

I was shocked and asked "why?"

He just smiled and said "To visit the people a king cannot just sit in a castle and make decisions. He must see his people so he knows of their sorrows and pains, so he can help those in need. A king should live among his people not become lost buried in the castles affairs. I have once been so focused on power that I forgotten those that had been by my side. I will not make that mistake again."

I was shocked when I realized it came from the same boy just over a year ago called me a horsey.

"Of course , My King" I answered him after a while.

We would ride around the woods first visiting the Beavers, then to those that were a cautious toward Edmund. At first they were unsure of what to do,some were even very cautious to come out, but then as weeks would pass and Edmund would still come to see them, they began to welcome Edmund and accept him. So even when all of Narnia recognized Edmund as their King and dear friend he still insisted that we go to visit the people and they would welcome us with snacks and stories of how they were. Edmund talked to them all and whenever there was a disagreement Edmund would easily settle it, pleasing both sides.

Caspian POV

I had known that King Edmund was Just and one to give others a second chance. He had made mistakes and been forgiven for them but now I understood that not only would he give other a second chance but he would help them so they may be able to grow.

"What was King Edmund like?" I asked after a while

Phillip paused and closed his eyes as a gently breeze came from the path.

"Close your eyes King Capsian"

I did and I felt another brush of a gently breeze brush against my face.

"Edmund is the wind, the air of Narnia. He is quiet, stern and wise. He is not seen or heard as often as the others are and can be over looked and taken for granted but is always still needed. He makes just and wise decisions always. He is fierce on the battlefield, calm in court, and gentle at home. He is a good and loyal king, he is my king." Phillip said stated with fierce loyalty and pride.