#edmundxreader

I know people think diaries are dumb. 'Why would you put your deepest secret's on paper for all to read?' One reason, that being it cleared my mind. It was like getting a weight lifted off my chest. Sad? I'll write down why and not have to bother anyone. I'm madly in love with the King of Narnia? I'll write it down so the urge to blabber it to someone would leave.

I stopped writing, finishing the passage with a 'see you next time old friend'. I closed the leather bound book and looked up at the blue sky above me. Writing did help me, yet my thoughts are still slightly cluttered. I found a way to think of nothing yet everything at the same time. I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of feet approaching me. I glanced to my left to see sweet Queen Lucy smiling at me.

"There you are!" She exclaimed running up to me. "We got worried when we couldn't find you!"

"I'm sorry to worry you my queen," I said bowing my head.

"How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Lucy?" She said with a slight pout. "What are you doing out here anyways?"

I looked back up at the sky before saying, "I needed to clear my mind, get some fresh air."

She sat down next to me, "What's on your mind? You can tell me! I'm good at keeping secrets!"

I looked back at the young girl and smiled. She was such a sweetheart.

"I'm not sure if I should," I said nervously.

"Pleaseeeeeee," She whined out giving me puppy dog eyes. I looked away, the urge to tell someone how I feel greater than ever now. I let out a sigh hoping to Aslan that I don't regret what I'm about to do.

Opening the brown book in my hands I flipped to the last page I wrote in. I pointed out the paragraph for her to read and fidgeted with my hands as she did so. Each word she read she seemed to brighten up more and more. It honestly seemed like she was about to explode with happiness. Once she finished she looked at me with a bright gleam in her eyes.

"Please don't tell anyone qu- Lucy," I begged with desperation clear in my eyes.

"You should tell him!" She squealed out with a bright smile.

"He's a king! Of Narnia!" I exclaimed with a bright blush. "He's from another world, it would never work."

She frowned, "You can always try."

I frowned as well and looked down at the grass we were currently sitting on, I raked my hands through it thinking everything over. I could try, for however much time left we could make memories that would last forever. I bit my lip feeling overwhelmed by the situation.

"There you two are!" Exclaimed the familiar voice of King Edmund. "Why didn't you come tell me you found her Lucy? I was getting worried something happened to the both of you."

I felt my eyebrows raise and my cheeks flush hot. He just cared about me as a friend...or an important part of the war, nothing more. He looked over at me and his chocolate brown eyes looked so warm I felt like I was melting. The freckles that littered his cheeks so prominent against his pale complexation. His dark brown hair looking soft as ever. His plump lips- NO! I shouldn't think about those things.

I heard Lucy giggle causing me to look away from the small staring contest first. She winked at me and left causing my heart to beat faster, scenarios running wild through my mind. I kept my stare on the ground below us, not trusting myself to look back into his eyes.

"Hello my king," I spoke out softly. "I hope Lucy and I did not worry you too much." I glanced up and saw a fiery blush make its way onto his face before I looked back down.

"Wh-what were you two talking about?" He asked walking closer to where I stood.

I felt myself fluster, not knowing what to say "You," I blurted out like an idiot. I looked off to the left noticing that Lucy was watching us. Edmund and I were just friends, so why was there so much tension between us?

"All good I hope," He joked, now standing right next to me.

I let out a slight laugh and nodded, "All good."

"I've read it," He blurted out causing me to look up at him in horror. There's only one thing that could mean. He's read my diary, the things I held closest to my heart. "I-I didn't mean to, I thought it was just a normal story and continued to read, but I realized a little to late it was your story."

My heart was racing and my hands were shaky. My body felt weak and I felt dizzy. No, no he can't know. The slight confidence that Lucy helped me gain vanished in that instant. I put a hand to my head stumbling back slightly still not comprehending it. You may think that it's not a big deal, that I'm over reacting. Try to understand how someone you care about opened you up and read you just like a book, that they now know you much better than you wished they did.

I felt him hold me up gently and help me sit on the ground. So many emotions were running through me at the same time, I don't know how to react.

"I-I'm really sorry (y/n)," He said quietly, voice slightly cracking.

I looked over at him and noticed that he seemed close to tears, "It's...it's fine." I took in a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "H-how far did you get?" I asked, my voice sounding shaky.

"Far enough to...to know how you feel about me," He blushed glancing off to the side. I felt my heart drop, literally.

"I-I'm sorry King Edmund," I spouted out frantically. "I know it's inappropriate and I shouldn't feel the way I do!" I felt like crying, my eyes watering. I placed my head in my hands, hoping I could shield myself from his rejection.

"I love you (y/n)," Edmund said. Those four words seemed to stop the world. He grabbed my hands revealing my face, a few stray tears falling down my cheeks. I looked at him with wide eyes and my mouth hung slightly open. "I want to be with you for as long as possible."

The space between us was suddenly gone as he put his lips onto mine. It was a slow and passionate kiss expressing our feelings we held for each other. I put one of my hands on his neck trying to bring him even closer if that's even possible. We pulled apart slowly, not rushing to open our eyes. I looked over his beautiful face once more, it seemed even more breathtaking up close.

"I love you too my king."

“Susan, please understand, I can’t do this.”

“Ed, you are being selfish. Think of the kingdom. Think of Narnia.”

A loud breath escaped Edmund’s lips. “I don’t even know her. She doesn’t know me. I will not marry her.”

Your body grew cold and your cheeks grew hot. Tears dared to spill over, but you brushed them away. You would not cry over this. 

“It’s time. Please behave like the King you are Edmund.”   

As the wedding ceremony began, you feared that King Edmund would not live up to his painted portraits. When you reached Edmund at the end of the throne room, those fears were replaced with new ones; he was exceedingly handsome. 

The ceremony felt like a blur. Edmund barely looked at you, and unconsciously your jaw tightened in anger. How dare your parents make you marry a stranger. 

 In the midst of your anger you hadn’t realized the that all eyes had landed on you. You blinked multiple times and swallowed. You averted your gaze towards Edmund’s and his eyebrows raised in the slightest. 

 “I-I do.” You stuttered. 

 Edmund sighed, and also repeated the vow. Before you had a moment to take in what had happened, your lips were on Edmund’s. Only for seconds before he pulled away, pressing his lips together. It was nothing like you had imagined a wedding kiss to be like. No spark. No feeling. Nothing. On the inside, you felt humiliated. On the outside, you just forced your lips into a smile. 

 Later that night, you found yourself in a bedroom with Edmund. You were in no way prepared for this, and Edmund didn’t seem so either. You pulled on your night gown tightly and watched Edmund as he slowly buttoned up his night shirt. Edmund glanced up from his shirt and looked at you. His eyes were piercing. His deep brown eyes were indescribable. Something you noticed immediately. You hands begin to shake.

 He cleared his throat. “I know what it is…expected on a wedding night-” 

 “It’s okay.” You interrupted, arising from the bed quickly. You paused, and swallowed the lump in your throat. “You don’t have to pretend to love me.” 

Edmund’s eyebrows raised and he stepped forward defensively. “No,(y/n), I didn’t mean it like that.” 

 You mirrored his step, but backwards, and smiled weakly. “Edmund. I know. I understand.” 

 An exasperated sigh left Edmund’s lips and he ran his fingers through his hair. “I just don’t know how I got wrapped up in this. I know it’s for the best but-” 

 “We don’t know each other.” You finished. 

 Edmund nodded. “Exactly.” 

 You bit inside of our cheek. You had come to a conclusion. “Well, for the good of both kingdoms we will need to make this work. But that doesn’t mean you have to fall in love with me. Or that I need to fall in love with you.” 

 “That won’t be a problem.” Edmund stated briskly. You thought his comment wouldn’t sting, but it felt like a thorn pressed into your side and you had to suppress the wince that would’ve so easily surfaced. Without another word Edmund traveled to the canopy bed and tucked himself into the far right hand side. You uncertainly crawled into the far left side of the bed, and turned away from Edmund. You pulled the thick cover to your chin and debated how the could have gone. You shook your head. Fall in love? No thank you. You’d much rather fall asleep. 

A few weeks passed, and marriage with Edmund seemed so normal. You didn’t even feel married. Other than sitting by each other during meals and sleeping in the same room, nothing changed. There was an undeniable problem you found though. You started to like Edmund…more than just a friend. The way he talked about something he loved, made your body shiver. His eyes would light up and he would begin talking faster. He would lick his lips and use his hands to animate his thoughts. You also adored the way he would run his fingers through his hair when he felt stressed. You were noticing the little things and you couldn’t deny the feelings that sneakily crept into you.

Edmund’s feelings towards you were conveyed as neutral, but as you both spent the following weeks together, Edmund could neither deny the smile that unconsciously pulled at his lips whenever he made you laugh. You had sort of a goofy laugh, but Edmund didn’t care. And the way your lips moved when you spoke, made Edmund feel weak. 

The weather was exceedingly violent one weary night, and all the Pevensie’s found themselves huddled around the dining table, sipping at hot soup. Lucy was telling a story about Aslan. She seemed to always come back to Aslan. Lucy’s face gleamed as she exuberantly continued the story, and your amusement clearly showed on your features. You took a moment to glance at Edmund, but found he was already looking at you. A red blush rushed to your cheeks and Edmund smirked at you. You tore your gaze from Edmund and brought it to your soup, shaking your head. 

As the night came to an end you crawled into bed, cringing at every crackle of thunder. Lighting made you jump. At dinner you could hide your fear of storms, but you couldn’t now. Edmund noticed. Without warning, you felt arms wrap around your waist. Your body went still as Edmund held you close to his body. He tucked his chin into your shoulder, and you felt yourself melt into him.

“It’s alright (y/n).” He whispered, his breath running down your neck.

Your body steadied and you intertwined your fingers in his. Your eyes slowly closed and your breath fell into staccato with Edmund’s. Edmund ran his thumb over your palm over and over again. Sleep fell over you like warm wave, and you slept like you had never before.

Light streaks of sun ran through the curtain and illuminated your face. You awoke gently, finding yourself still entangled in Edmund. The events from last night flooded over you and it caused you to grin, squeezing Edmund’s arm. That received small groan from Edmund’s lips as he also awoke. 

“I want you to meet Phillip.” Edmund stated abruptly, his voice coming out huskily.

“Phillip?” You questioned, coming up onto your elbow.

Edmund ran his fingers through his disheveled hair and nodded. “He’s quite the gentlemen. Would you like to meet him?”

You giggled, imagining some man servant. “Sure Edmund.” 

When Edmund led you out to the stables, you suddenly became confused.

“Is Phillip…human?” You wondered aloud, cautiously following Edmund into the stables.

Edmund cracked a laugh. “Well, he likes to think he is.”

Edmund came to a halt at the second to last stable, and knocked. “Oh Phillip, there is someone I’d like you to meet.”

Suddenly a beautiful horse came into your vision. It’s hair was a soft auburn and it’s features were comical. He huffed his lips at Edmund, shaking his mane.

“Phillip, this is (y/n). (y/n), this is Phillip.” Edmund formerly introduced you to his horse, giving obvious hand gestures.

You curtsied in your dress,”Nice to meet you, Phillip.”

“Pleasure.” He mumbled, almost sarcastically.

“Do you want to ride him with me?” Edmund offered, opening the stall door. “I mean I’ve never let anyone ride Phillip, so it’s a bit of an honor really.”

You rolled in your eyes and shoved passed him,”Oh I’d be honored, King Edmund.”

Edmund gripped your waist and helped you up onto Phillip. “But of course, Queen.” He said, pulling himself up behind you.

He grasped you hands, then gripped the reins, so you were both in control. “Phillip. You know where to go.” Edmund commanded.

The horse ride was breathtaking. You went across the calm beach, then passed through the forest near Cair Paravel, then found yourselves near a large willow tree. This tree was unlike any tree you’d seen. It was larger than the other trees and it’s branches swayed almost rhythmically. It’s leaves were a soft green and it’s bark was fresh, firm. 

Edmund helped you down from the horse, and led you over to the trunk of the tree. Edmund sat first, then tugged you down in front of him, pulling his arms around your waist. 

You sighed in satisfaction, admiring the surroundings.“You sure do know how to plan, Edmund Pevensie.” You stated, leaning your head on his chest.

“Well (y/n) Pevensie, you’ll find that I am full of surprises.” Edmund replied, rubbing his thumb over your palm.

You leaned up slightly and looked carefully at Edmund. Then you did the simplest thing: you pulled his neck forward and kissed him. His lips were just as soft as they were on the day of your wedding, but this kiss felt different. His lips pressed against yours with more passion and meaning. It finally felt right.

When your lips parted after a while, his nose rested on yours, and words just fell out of your mouth.

“Edmund Pevensie, I have fallen in love with you.”