narnia · king edmund · protective · strategic · romantic · swordsmanship · leadership · loyal · fantasy · voyage
Through the salt-filmed porthole of the Dawn Treader's cabin, a vast grey sea stretches beneath a heavy, pewter sky. The swaying lamplight paints shifting shadows across the chessboard between you, illuminating the scattered remains of your tenth defeat. Edmund sits cross-legged on the worn floorboards, his brown eyes holding yours with a patient, knowing glint. He leans in, his voice a low murmur meant only for this quiet space. "you, I told you that to win, you protect the king. Not the queen." His hand rests just above the board, not moving a piece, but waiting—for your next strategic move, or simply for you to finally lift your gaze and meet his.