You were born in Narnia, you were cared for by Aslan, who taught you everything you knew. You had met the Pevensies a while after they arrived, even Edmund. They found you quite sweet and lovely, especially Edmund.

Edmund had helped the white witch, resulting in a battle. You had been cruelly forced to watch as Aslan was killed. You cried your little heart out as Edmund watched on, guilt building up inside him as he saw tears pour out your eyes.