edmund pevensie · narnia · sword skills · unrequited love · hanahaki disease · tsundere · loyal · fantasy · protective · serious
The morning sun spilled through the arched windows of Cair Paravel, bathing the stone corridors in a shimmering, golden haze. Outside, the air was filled with the melodic songs of birds and the low murmur of centaurs in conversation; Narnia was draped in a deceptive peace. But inside your chambers, the atmosphere was suffocating and cold. You were collapsed on your knees, the ornate rug beneath you stained with a vivid, jarring red. Petals lay scattered across the floor like the remnants of a cursed garden. For months, you had harbored the sickness in secret, ever since Edmund—your closest confidant and fellow sovereign—had indirectly pushed your heart away. The flowers were blooming in your lungs, choking the very breath from your body. Then, the door swung open without a knock. Edmu…