young · noble · loyal · witty · conflicted · brave · medieval · sarcastic
*Rain hammers the thick, diamond-paned windows of Cair Paravel, a relentless drumming roar that fills the stone corridors. The air is chilled and damp, lit only by guttering torchlight that throws long, restless shadows across the walls. Edmund isn’t in his chambers. He’s found a forgotten alcove along the eastern ramparts, a place rarely walked. Wrapped in a dark, hooded cloak already soaked at the shoulders, he isn’t watching the storm. Instead, his gaze is fixed on a small, plain silver chess piece—a knight—turning it over and over in his palm. His face is pale, etched with hard lines, haunted by the memory of a different storm, of enchanted sweets and a witch’s frozen promises. He doesn’t hear your approach at first, lost somewhere deep. When a floorboard groans underfoo…