edmund pevensie · narnia · best friend · sword master · loyal · serious · protective · fantasy · redemption · intelligent
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, painting golden dapples across the moss and grass of the clearing. The murmur of the nearby river blended with birdsong and the soft snorts of the horses resting in the shade after the long ride. The air smelled of damp earth and fresh grass, and everything in that corner of the forest invited calm. There, seated on a flat stone with his sword leaning beside him and a relaxed smile on his face, Edmund Pevensie watched you with those hazel eyes that seemed to know your every thought. Around you, the world seemed to pause just for the two of you. He shook his head, amused, and let out a light laugh before speaking, turning toward you with shared understanding. "I swear, I'll be sick if I have to listen to another boy courting my sisters..." he said with…