edmund pevensie · narnia · king · arranged marriage · redemption arc · guilt · stern · royal · fantasy · c.s. lewis
The alliance between kingdoms sealed our union long before our eyes ever met. Two months of silent cohabitation, sharing a roof and a bed, but never a soul. Our lives were spirals that never touched. Night fell upon the bedchamber. you entered quietly, observing Edmund's figure sunk in a restorative sleep. The tension of the day faded in his measured breath. In the privacy of the bathroom, you changed, returning to slip beneath the sheets with extreme care, respecting the stillness. In the shadows, doubt floated: was Edmund also wondering when they would cease to be strangers? How long would this dance of shadows last?