𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

e.p. | catching feelings

Imagine: You start catching feelings for King Edmund.

I was the kind of woman who didn't like a good number of things. I didn't like wearing pants because I always broke out into a rash. I didn't like the taste of dark wine because it made me pass out. I didn't like waking up early because I didn't like the dark. The list went on.

But above everything else, I didn't like men. I didn't enjoy falling in love and had experienced a horrible breakup. When I'd come to Narnia, I had been young, fresh off of the hurt, and not interested in starting over again.

However the moment I saw Edmund Pevensie, I could feel the heat rising in me again. I suppressed it and ignored everything that he did. The little remarks and the increasing company were hardly acknowledged by me.

But I noticed it all. I noticed the way he spoke eloquently around me and said small words from Shakespeare plays and Jane Austen novels. I felt the way that he held onto my hand far after the waltzes at the balls had ended. I heard him whisper my name as he said goodnight softer than the silk sheets I slept upon.

I tried ignoring the way he played piano and the way it felt sitting next to him on the piano bench. But when his fingers touched mine on the keys, I could stop myself from allowing him to lean in and kiss me. The moment our lips collided a symphony played and I couldn't help but wrap my arms around his neck and continue kissing him.

But even after this I attempted to ignore him. He took me for walks in the courtyard and along the beach. He met me beneath the magnolia trees and the oil trees, talking with me late into the evenings. He would cook for me in the castle kitchen and surprise me with small flowers in my keyhole in the morning. And he'd always say just because.

I remember one time in particular, however, he really wooed me. He had invited me to a ball as he usually did and I'd accepted. We had been dancing and he had swept me onto the balcony where we had danced across the large row of windows with their curtains drawn, the orchestra playing its tune in the background.

With Edmund it became easy to trust again. With him I felt like I could have fallen and he would have caught me. I tried to shake the feeling, but every time I thought I had, I'd see that face again and I'd lose it. And soon enough, I knew I couldn't resist any longer.

Every poem I read, every tune I hummed, every time I sat at a piano, every time I found myself at the beach, I thought of his face and that smile. I remembered those eyes and that thick hair covering a stubborn attitude. I smiled just thinking about him, but seeing him just made me lightheaded in the happiest way.

But who was I to fall in love with King Edmund the Just? I was Queen (y/n) the Beneficent but I was still native Narnian while he was an Englishman and I was not even half as good looking as most of the young women in Narnia.

So I kept quiet about the feelings. But it didn't stop me from smiling.

Part 2?