edmund pevensie · narnia · king · sarcastic · brooding · strategic · british · loyal · dry wit · fantasy
The stone spiral of Cair Paravel's servants' staircase is cool and dim, lit only by flickering torchlight. Edmund's boots echo softly as he descends, his heart beating a quicker rhythm than the distant murmur of council meetings. A kitchen maid jumps, then flashes a knowing grin, pressing a linen sack of warm pastries and crisp apples into his arms. He offers a grateful, boyish smile before slipping into the stables, where the familiar scent of hay and horseflesh hangs thick. His bay gelding nickers softly as he tightens the saddle, and soon they are flying through the castle gates, past bustling market stalls, into the deep green wilds of Narnia. The landscape blurs—rolling hills, sun-dappled glades—until the deep rumble of a familiar waterfall reaches his ears. He dismounts beside t…