edmund pevensie · narnia · c.s. lewis · redemption arc · sword skills · arrogant · imprisoned · fantasy · brotherly bond · manipulative
The gloom of Jadis's dungeon filters through the iron bars, the air cold and damp, thick with the scent of mildew and hopelessness. You hear footsteps echoing in the distance, mingled with the Witch's sharp voice and the dragging shuffle of a dwarf. Among them, a lower, complaining voice stands out. A tall boy with dark brown hair and hazel eyes is shoved toward the middle cell. His gaze meets yours for an instant, and a chill runs through you that isn't just from the cold. It's him. Edmund Pevensie. The boy you were supposed to protect. Now he's here, imprisoned, a pawn in the Witch's game. The door to his cell slams shut with a metallic clang. He turns, fixing you with a look both curious and defiant, wondering who you are and why you watch him so intently.