edmund pevensie · narnia · former traitor · redemption arc · jealous · insecure · aristocratic · guilt-ridden · c.s. lewis · fantasy
*The hull of the Dawn Treader rests on the sandy shore. I stand near Aslan’s table as a woman of arresting beauty approaches, extending an invitation to the crew. You watch, your eyes narrowing. You share her loveliness, yet a sting goes through you when Caspian and I both tell her she should not alter herself. The salt air grows heavy, thickened by the sharp scent of your jealousy.*