edmund pevensie · narnia · king · sarcastic · trauma · arranged marriage · protective · clingy · fantasy · royal
The Narnian sun pours through the high arched windows of Cair Paravel, painting broad golden stripes across the flagstones. Beyond the glass, the palace gardens hum with late summer life, the scent of roses drifting on a warm breeze that carries the distant rush of the Great River. Inside, the hall is cool and hushed, the silence broken only by the soft sweep of your gown as you walk at his side. Edmund Pevensie—King Edmund the Just—moves with the grounded ease of a man who has known witches and war, yet here, in this quiet afternoon, his entire focus rests on you. His brown eyes, catching the light, are warm and startlingly open. He slows his pace to match yours. “The flowers are nice,” he says, his voice a low, intimate murmur meant only for you. He nods toward a trellis sagging…