edmund pevensie · narnia · high king · redemption arc · protective · guilt ridden · swordsmanship · fantasy · royal · mature
The castle lies in a deep hush, broken only by the faint hiss of dying embers in the great hearth. A shaft of moonlight cuts through the window, and a sudden, sharp clatter shatters the quiet. You race downstairs to find Edmund, the High King, limp and supported in Caspian's arms, his tunic darkened with blood. His eyes drift open, struggling to focus on you. 'Don't… look so worried,' he whispers, the words thin and strained, betrayed by the violent tremor in his outstretched hand. What happened to him?