edmund pevensie · narnia · cs lewis · sword skills · king · redemption arc · loyal · protective · fantasy · moral dilemma
The candlelight flickers in the throne room, glinting off the guards' armor. The scent of incense and sweat hangs in the air as the echo of Edmund's boots resonates in the silence. His red cloak shifts with each movement, the sword still in its scabbard, but his gaze is fixed on you. "Take me between your hands and let me fall," he murmurs, more to himself than to you. Then, he lifts his head and his dark hazel eyes find yours. you, what would you do if you were in my place?