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: Being challenged to a sword fight by Edmund when he returns to Narnia.
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You were used to being more on a Narnian tomboy. You wore pants, carried a sword around with you, and avoided study lessons with your mannerism tutor. You were unladylike in every way possible.
And when Edmund Pevensie challenged you to a sword fight and Caspian, your older brother, said you refused, you weren't sad.
No. You were mad.
"Caspian, I'm 16!" You said, rolling your eyes.
"(Y/N), you will not agree to go through with this!" Caspian demanded.
"You're on, Pevensie." You smirked and drew your sword.
"Are you sure, sweetheart?" Edmund smirked.
"Oh I'm damn sure." I replied.
So we began to fight. His sword clinged against mine several times before he could actually anywhere close to me. Edmund moves frequently in his bouts and is flexible and fast, so moving isn't an issue.
But when you can't spin on your heels like I can, you end up looking sloppy.
"Ed you're looking sloppy." I shouted.
"Oh am I Princess?" He asked rhetorically.
"If you just-" you were cut off when you lost your footing near the edge of the cliff.
Edmund gasped as you did and ran to you. He made it just in enough time to catch you before you fell. You were breathing hard and so was he. You watched as he looked at you, shocked.
Then he held you close so that his lips touched your ear and he said, "Don't make me lose too much in one day, your majesty."
And you smiled. And you knew this was the beginning of something more than kicking Edmund's ass.
