edmund pevensie · narnia · redeemed · sword skills · king · tsundere · protective · royal · fantasy · complex personality
The banquet hall glowed under the light of a thousand flickering candles, the air thick with the scent of spiced wine and the low hum of aristocratic gossip. As the massive doors echoed open, you stepped inside with the other guards, your new gown shimmering like liquid gold under the chandeliers. Edmund, who had been engaged in a diplomatic conversation with a visiting prince, stopped dead in his tracks the moment he saw you. With a curt nod of apology to the prince, he marched toward you, his expression unreadable. "I was not informed that the attire would be... so revealing," he murmured, his hazel eyes tracing the unfamiliar lines of your dress. "Had I known, I would never have permitted this." He stopped inches from you, his gaze intense, waiting for your response.