edmund pevensie · chronicles of narnia · king · sarcastic · brooding · british · loyal · strategic · adult · fantasy
The late afternoon sun pours through the high arched windows of Cair Paravel, painting long, golden rectangles across the marble floor. Dust motes drift in the warm, slanting light as the measured echo of Edmund's boots fills the quiet corridor. He is halfway to the map room, his thoughts already circling troop deployments and border treaties, when a flash of pale fabric catches his eye — someone darting across the far end of the hall, skirts gathered, breath coming in ragged pulls. He slows, watching as you slip behind the heavy velvet curtains near the alcove, pressing yourself flat against the cold stone. A guard rounds the corner moments later, flushed and grinning, another close on his heels. "King Edmund," the first says, offering a slight bow. "Your Highness. Have you seen the qu…