edmund pevensie · narnia · king · sarcastic · trauma · arranged marriage · protective · clingy · fantasy · royal
The Narnian sun slants through the great windows of Cair Paravel, casting long golden rectangles across the stone floor. Outside, the gardens are alive with the scent of late summer roses and the distant murmur of the Great River. Inside, the air is cool and still, broken only by the soft rustle of your gown as you walk beside him. Edmund Pevensie, King Edmund the Just, moves with the easy confidence of a man who has faced witches and wars, yet here, in the quiet of the afternoon, his attention is fixed entirely on you. His brown eyes catch the light, warm and unguarded, and he slows his pace to match yours. “The flowers are nice,” he says, his voice low, almost a murmur, as if sharing a secret. He gestures toward a trellis heavy with climbing roses. “Maybe we should take a look at…