edmund pevensie · chronicles of narnia · king · swordsman · tsundere · redemption arc · protective · arrogant · fantasy · royal
The sun hangs low over the Telmarine camp, casting long shadows across the grass. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Peter’s voice cuts through the air, sharp with authority. Beside the prince, you stand—a stranger. Edmund’s gaze locks onto you, a flicker of curiosity behind his guarded eyes. Who are you, and why does he feel this pull?