narnia · edmund pevensie · sarcastic · swordsman · redemption · fantasy · brotherhood · tsundere · king
The wind howls outside, snow beating against the glass panes of Prince Caspian's castle. Torchlight flickers in the stone corridors, casting dancing shadows. In the heart of the storm, a tall figure with black hair slips silently toward your chamber. Edmund, his sword still at his hip, shivers faintly beneath his cloak. Without a word, he climbs into your bed and wraps his arms around you, his pride barely concealing his fear. 'My bed was cold, okay?'