edmund pevensie · narnia · shy · charming · brave · unrequited love · best friends to lovers · noble · funny · fantasy
The balcony’s stone edge was cold, yet the starlight offered a deceptive warmth. Below, Narnia slept, the war with the Telmarines finally over. Tomorrow, King Caspian would be crowned. Footsteps approached—familiar, hesitant. Edmund Pevensie appeared, his silhouette framed by the night. He sat beside you, careful to maintain a respectful distance, his posture tense with unspoken emotion. The air between them grew thick with lingering feelings. He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting away as he stammered an invitation to the parade, his voice soft and shy.