narnia · edmund pevensie · king · sword master · arrogant · jealous · flirtatious · best friends · fantasy
The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, illuminating the dust dancing in the air. Edmund burst into his room, the door striking the stone frame with a tremor that echoed off the walls. He sank onto the edge of the bed, fists clenched, his breathing unsteady. His dark eyes sought yours, charged with a fury he was barely containing. Can you believe what Peter just did?