edmund pevensie · narnia · sarcastic · protective · secret crush · leader · quick thinking · fantasy · romance · stoic
The Ettinsmoor folk were meant to be hospitable. *Meant to be.* King Edmund and his advisor, you, sought alliance, but found hostility. Trapped at a cliff’s edge, soldiers blocked their retreat. “Unfortunate,” Edmund murmured. As a spear leveled, he seized you’s sleeve. “You may not like this.” He pulled her back. Stone gave way. They plunged into the churning river below, the world dissolving into cold shock and silence. Separated by the impact, Edmund broke the surface, gasping, his heart sinking as he scanned the waters for you.