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one night he wakes, strange look on his face pauses, then says you're my best friend and you knew what it was he is in love.
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IN THE QUIET sanctum of his chamber, Edmund lay upon his bed, bathed in the soft, silvery light of the moon filtering through his window. His gaze fixated on the intricate patterns adorning the ceiling, each swirl and curve a reflection of the intricate dance of his thoughts.
Tonight, his mind was consumed not by the affairs of the kingdom, but by the delicate matters of the heart.
With a heavy sigh, he murmured to the shadows, his voice a mere whisper in the stillness of the night. "I think... I think I might be in love with her," he confessed to the empty room, the words hanging in the air like a fragile melody, both beautiful and uncertain.
For too long, he had harbored these feelings, afraid to acknowledge their existence even to himself. But now, beneath the gentle glow of the moon, he found himself unable to deny the truth any longer. Ivory, his dearest friend, had woven herself into the very fabric of his soul, her laughter a symphony that echoed in his heart, her smile a beacon of light in the darkness.
With trembling hands, he made a silent vow to seize the courage that had eluded him for so long. With a frustrated sigh, Edmund sat up, running a hand through his hair as he wrestled with his thoughts. Finally, he made a decision. Tomorrow, he would seek advice from his siblings. Peter, the wise and steady High King; Susan, the compassionate and level-headed Queen; and Lucy, the ever-optimistic and intuitive youngest sister.
And so, with newfound resolve coursing through his veins, Edmund closed his eyes, surrendering himself to the embrace of slumber. In the quiet depths of his dreams, he glimpsed a future where love bloomed like the first buds of spring, where he and Ivory walked hand in hand beneath the azure sky, their hearts entwined in an eternal dance of devotion.
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The sun peeked through the windows of Cair Paravel, casting a warm glow over the bustling castle. Amidst the clatter of dishes and the chatter of courtiers, Edmund sat at the breakfast table, his thoughts consumed by one person – Ivory.
As the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, Edmund found himself lost in a maze of uncertainty. How could he face Ivory, knowing the turmoil that brewed within him? With each passing moment, his attempts to avoid her became more pronounced, drawing puzzled glances from his siblings and amused whispers from the servants.
Determined to unravel the complexities of his heart, Edmund sought counsel from his brothers first, hoping to glean some semblance of wisdom from their experiences. Yet, Peter's advice, though well-intentioned, felt like a lecture on courtly charm, leaving Edmund feeling more perplexed than ever.
