His Sword || Edmund Pevensie x reader

Chapter 3: The garden

I woke up from the rays of sunshine shining on my face. It would be pleasant if I wasn't exhausted from barely getting a wink of sleep last night. But, I assume that is just my fault.

I got up gently and looked around the room, checking again to make sure it wasn't some silly dream. I'm still shocked that it isn't.

"Y/N," I heard Susan call while walking in my room. "We're having breakfast if you'd like to join us"

"Thank you," I expressed "But I think I'll skip breakfast for today and get some extra sleep" Which caused her to look at me with a face full of concern.

"Are you feeling alright?" She asked me, walking closer to the bed.

"Yeah." I replied "I feel alright. Just..tired" I told her, not bringing up how I was feeling..Strange since yesterday..But that's only around Edmund so it's probably his fault anyway.

"Alright," She responded while adjusting her crown which had almost tilted off. "Well, if you change your mind, you're always welcome" She told me, her tone gentle before smiling and walking towards the door after I responded with a nod.

As much as I wanted to sleep, I really couldn't due to the fact the sun was glaring right at me, not complaining though. Still lucky to be here.

I gently got up from the bed and went behind the dress screen to get ready, my mind still flooded with memories from last night.. He stayed up..For me..?..I felt myself smiling at that thought but I shook it off..Well..Tried to at least.. But it was like a tattoo in my brain.. "What is going on..?" I thought to myself, questioning my feelings, my thoughts, my imagination, etc.

As much as I didn't want to.. I put on a pair of footwear and decided to go find Edmund. My brain is telling me something I don't know. And my inner Sherlock Holmes is telling me to get to the bottom of it.

I walked through the castle halls. Feeling slightly awkward and out of place. But I tried not to let it show too much.

I walked into.. What I assumed was Edmunds room as I saw him go into it after we chit-chatted last night. I gave a knock on the open door as my eyes met his brown ones. I was unsure on how he would feel about me coming in unannounced.. I was..Nervous..? I guess..? But there was definitely more to it that made me nervous..

"What if I'm annoying him right now? What if he kicks me out? What if..what if..?"

I was overthinking everything that could possibly happen at this moment. Well, I usually do overthink and look into the negatives of everything, especially socially, but with him.. It was more..Intense?.. Making me question what was going on more, intriguing my inner detective.

But all my negative thoughts faded away when he smiled at me while adjusting his crown in the mirror. "Hey," He said to me, his tone chill and welcoming before looking back at the mirror, adjusting his hair and making sure he looks good. I didn't see him in his crown yesterday.. But.. it complements him.. Like, it suits his dark hair, his brown eyes, his pale skin.. What is this feeling?

WHAT IS HAPPENING.

"Do you..need anything?" He questioned me, looking at me in the reflection in the mirror, reminding me of the..SERIOUSLY awkward silence and circumstances here.

"Uh.." I froze a bit..My heart skipped beats, I began to think negatively again. "Um well, I was just..Well.. I skipped breakfast with the others and I just..Needed some company.. And I thought of you.. IF that's fine with you- your majesty-" I felt heat rise to my face, forgetting to courtesy.

He smiled at me, looking at me in the reflection of the mirror, "Y/n," He began "Chill, it's fine. We don't exactly..Care about formalities. Don't stress yourself out over it" He spoke to me, gently. His voice echoed in my head, making my heart stop, making it feel like time slowed down... He noticed how I felt..I felt heat rise to my face again, but I brushed the feeling off.

"Besides.." He spoke again, adjusting his hair and his crown before turning to me, "I could.. Use some company as well." Painting a smile on his face.

"Oh! Well," I spoke, flustered and nervous.. Rushing through my words.

What is going on with me..?

"That..makes the two of us." I said, painting a smile on my face as my face began to feel weird, along with my chest and my stomach.

Awkward silence filled the room for a few moments... I need to learn how to socialize normally

"Well.. We can..go to the garden?" Edmund suggested, breaking the awkward silence with a suggestion. "I don't really have anything to do this morning so..?"

I felt my muscles become less tense as I felt more relieved, I wasn't annoying him and he actually was fine with talking to me..Good..

"Yeah.." I replied "I'd..like that, a lot" I told him, my hand reaching up to my ear to fidget with my earring. "Lead the way, king." I teased him, hoping to start some light hearted fun, which worked as he gave me a playful smile.

"Come on," He told me before stepping out of the room and I followed him.

I caught myself stealing glances at him as we walked together.. He was..Charming..? Me realizing that I felt this way made my inner detective only more interested in getting to the bottom of.. Whatever my unconscious mind knows that I don't.

When we got to the garden, I noticed the beautiful flowers and the vibrant grass, the birds and the butterflies, It was.. Stunning..

I looked over and saw Edmund sit on a wooden bench, and I followed and sat next to him, with..distance of course..

"So.." I heard him say

"So..!" I responded, avoiding eye contact with him and looked at the grass and my footwear.

This is awkward..

I heard Edmund cleared his throat before speaking to break the awkward silence...I need to stop whatever this is.. "So..yesterday, I overheard you and Susan and she asked how you ended up here.. In Narnia.. But you never got to answer it.." He said, shattering the awkward silence between us. "How..did you get here..?" He questioned me, out of curiosity..

"Well.." I began, not really sure how to explain it without making myself look..crazy. "It's a long and crazy story.. But.."

I began to talk about it, about everything, my life back in London, how I moved there recently and got bullied for not being from there and not having a British accent, about how me and my mum moved into some random house she could afford, and how I got here through a painting.

I kept glancing at him, at his face as he listened to me attentively, checking to read his face, to make sure he didn't think I was crazy and schizophrenic, but..he didn't.. He believed me.. Which made my stomach feel like it got tied into a knot, intriguing my inner detective.

"A painting huh?" He said, making me overthink for a second. "Does he think I'm crazy? Does he not believe me? Does he think I'm weird now?"

"That's interesting" He finished his sentence, giving me a sense of relief, and making the negative thoughts fade. "It is usually wardrobes we have to worry about" he joked, whatever that meant.

"So.." I began "How did you get into Narnia?"

"Well.." He began before rambling on about the war, the hide and seek, the wardrobe –which made his joke make sense– the white witch, Aslan, etc etc etc

"That's interesting!" I commented.

And just like that, a conversation was striked, and goodness knows how much time passed, as it made even the longest amount of time feel like a few minutes. I still get those strange feelings every now and then, but it didn't feel..Scary..Anymore.. Moreover..Nice..I guess..

But then, in deep silence, my stomach decided to growl for no reason at all, making me feel embarrassed and have heat rise to my face. Thankfully Edmund just found it funny and he chuckled.

"Seems like we should go get some lunch, huh?" He said with a soft, gentle smile with his chocolate eyes sending weird feelings throughout my stomach and my heart.

"Yeah," I joked back while standing up from the bench and walked with him out of the garden and into the castle halls "I probably shouldn't have skipped breakfast, huh?"

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you for reading! <33