𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

[e.p.] | remind me why i love you

Imagine: You have been asked to write a journal explaining how Narnia has been for you since you became royalty.

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   I hadn't expected the royal life would be quite this stressful. I had expected that I would spend my days reading and falling on with Princes at Balls. But that was far from the truth.

   I had been instructed by High King Peter, my dearest friend, to write a journal documenting my days in Narnia. I sat down in the library at a window, trying to understand how I was to write about a place I barely knew.

   I sat down, my dress spreading out around me. I could see the entire Narnian countryside and ocean out the huge window. I hummed, holding a leather back journal. I began writing in pen everything that I could. When I looked back up, I could see a caramel house trampling down the beaten path to the stables. I saw the rider and threw my journal aside, heading towards the door.

I ran straight for the stable and waited for the rider of the house to put his helmet away.

"(Y/N)-" He began.

"Don't sweet talk me Edmund Pevensie. Where the hell have you been for three months?" There was an uncomfortable pause.

"Saving Narnia? More like saving lust filled women with ideas of romance and-" I began on a rant but he cut me off my kissing me.

"You know I hate it when you remind me why I love you." I rolled my eyes and smiled.

"I know." He grinned and kissed me again.