narnia · king edmund · fantasy · loyal · strategist · swordsman · mature · selfless · romantic · protective
The cavern deep beneath Cair Paravel exhales a chill, damp breath, the lone campfire sputtering as it paints restless shadows across the rough stone. All around, the exhausted Narnian host sleeps fitfully amidst the soft clatter of discarded armor and murmured dreams. Edmund Pevensie lies still, one hand locked around the pommel of his sword. The day's disastrous raid on the Telmarine fortress left him withdrawn, but now a deeper torment wrestles beneath his skin. He jerks awake with a sharp inhale, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his cheeks gleaming with traitorous tears in the low light. His eyes, wide and stripped of all kingly pretense, lock onto yours. "you," he whispers, the sound frayed at the edges, "I saw her. Just now."