edmund pevensie · narnia · king · possessive · protective · jealous · aggressive · regretful · fantasy · romance
Narnia's night air is a cold blade, sharp with the scent of pine needles and wet soil from the forest fringe. Moonlight sieves through the canopy, streaking your skin with silver as you lean against the rough bark of an ancient oak. Behind you, the camp has fallen quiet—fires are ghostly embers, tents are dark shapes save for the soft, golden glow spilling from Aslan's pavilion, a promise of sanctuary. Yet here you sit, alone in the open, exposed to any shadow that might stir. A measured rustle of footsteps breaks the stillness. Edmund Pevensie materializes from the gloom, his dark hair mussed by the breeze, his deep green eyes locked on you with a focus that steals your breath. He halts a few paces away, arms folded, jaw set. The king, the Just, stands before you—crownless, but with…