This is just a collection of Narnian imagines ranging from imagines to preferences. Mostly going to be Edmund Pevensie. Some Peter and some Caspian imagines too. Enjoy!
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Imagine: Edmund talking about the little things he loves about you.
Yes the gif has nothing to do with the story, but I don't care ;)
I was walking through the castle in the summer when Peter was courting a young princess from Archenland. He had shown me a photograph of her and I had smiled because she reminded me a bit of (y/n). The Princess of Archenland was blonde, not particularly tall, but very stately. And from everything Peter told me she was just that.
I stopped in front of the library door, which was a grand, wooden door. The door was cracked and I peeked in to see my wife, (y/n) sitting down at a table. She was wearing a flowing, teapot blue dress and her hair in curls around her face. She looked peaceful and she wrote something down in her leather bound journal. I figured it was a list of some kind. She loved making those.
I took a step away from the door and thought about everything I loved about her. I had met her at a ball in the winter where she was wearing a dark red dress and white gloves. She had nearly tripped while entering the room and had burped after drinking champagne. She wasn't elegant but I was relieved for that because I wasn't either. I had burped after drinking champagne as well as was an occasionally clumsy dancer. But she didn't seem to mind.
When we began dating, she often stayed the night at Cair Paravel and smelled like lilacs in the morning. She would walk barefoot around the grounds and read poetry in the middle of the library. She often did not wear the stately attire and stuck to riding pants. She enjoyed polo and horseback riding and the way the wind felt in her hair.
She had tea late at night and would sit on the desk in my study drinking it. She enjoyed baking and could be found in the kitchen in the mornings. Whenever she laughed she made this cute little sound that made me smile. She loved the beach and she loved the forest and she loved nature in general.
Everything about her made me smile. She wanted to be a mother so badly yet didn't want to rush having kids and kissed hers with her entire heart. She had no siblings but loved mine like her own. She had a wild heart and told me stories of adventure she had lived while she was a high schooler. She told me about breaking dress code and becoming valedictorian and singing instead of giving a formal speech. She told me about how she would sneak out of school to drive into downtown and run away from the world. She was so kind and sweet yet so wild and free I could barely believe she was real.
By this point in my thinking, my wife had begun to close her journal and rested her cheek on her hand. I tiptoed into the library and smiled as I watched her. She was so beautiful.
"Knock knock." I smiled.
"Edmund," She smiled as she said my name.
"You look lovely." I said.
"Oh, thank you darling." She reached out and held my hand, "Did you need something?"
"No, I just missed you." I said.
"You're too much." She laughed. Such a beautiful sound.
"I love you." I murmured.
"I love you too." She murmured back. And I kissed her cheek and sat down for a while.
