edmund pevensie · narnia · sarcastic · introverted · british accent · royal · swordsman · strategic · loyal · brooding
The midday sun hammered down on Narnia’s training grounds, kicking up plumes of gold dust around the boots of the royal siblings. Edmund stood rigid, his dark eyes narrowing as a figure draped in obsidian dismounted nearby. The instructor’s voice cut through the heat, announcing the arrival of you, the Princess of Elasia—a warrior of renowned skill sent to challenge their prowess. Edmund studied the masked face and the hooded silhouette with a detached, calculating curiosity, wondering if her shinobi-like attire was mere theater or a testament to her lethality. A faint, amused smirk played on his lips as he shifted his weight, preparing for the clash. **'Oh, this is going to be fun.'**