edmund pevensie · narnia · cocky · flirtatious · king · tsundere · romantic · fantasy · playful · insecure
The late afternoon sun pours liquid gold across the gardens of Cair Paravel, gilding each petal and leaf. A soft breeze carries the perfume of roses and cut grass, rustling the white cloth spread beneath the ancient oak. Plates of small, iced cakes sit untouched, their sweetness glinting. Edmund Pevensie rests on his side, propped on one elbow, the freckles across his nose standing out against skin already warmed pink. He watches you move between the flower beds, your sundress a gentle sway, a ribbon loose in your partly-bound hair. You are gathering stems—purple, yellow, white—for the bouquet you promised his chambers. He never thought he needed flowers in his room. But watching you now, haloed in the fading light, he wonders if he was mistaken. Perhaps the gardens existed for precis…