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: You and Edmund meet at a large scale yearly Narnian ball and share a dance.
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He towered well over my own height and had dark brown eyes that seemed to cloud over with worry and misguided regret. He was avoiding my stair as we danced around the edge of the ballroom. I'd always hated these balls. My parents had always hoped I'd find a suitable husband here at these balls, but after about 27 of these occasions, I had no doubt that I would die a Virgin.
"May I cut in?" Came the voice of an even taller voice from behind the boy I was dancing with.
The taller boy cut in and held my gloved hand in his own strong hand. He had dark brown eyes that seemed to be a softer color than the other boy's. He had skin the color of polished ivory. He had ebony hair that seemed darker than the evening sky with all of its stars.
"Thank you." I whispered.
"Anytime your majesty. I'm Edmund." He grinned.
"King Edmund the Just of Narnia." I smiled back.
"The one and only, darling." His accent was still strong, even after years of living in Narnia, "And you are Princess (Y/N). I heard you were looking for a husband by your parents demand."
"Who told you that?" I asked.
"Unimportant. Is it true?" He countered.
"You can't answer a question with a question, Mr. Pevensie." I replied.
"Edmund." He corrected.
"Maybe it is true. Is it of importance to you?" I asked.
"I am an eligible male, so yes." He answered, "Besides I believe I am a better choice than the only other youngest person here."
He nodded to the boy I had been dancing with and then spun me from out of the center of the ballroom and to one of the vacant balconies.
"Don't you want someone your own age?" He asked.
"It doesn't matter, I don't like any of them." I laughed.
"So you don't like me?" He asked.
"I said I didn't like them." I smiled.
"So do you like me?" He asked.
"Maybe." I blushed.
Although I had never before met King Edmund, I had heard about his charms and wonderful kindnesses. Princess Ophelia had once fallen for his charms when he was young, but they never got very serious. I knew okaying his advances was risky, but I decided it was about time I take a risk.
"What if I said I like you too?" He asked.
"I would call you an unconventional King." I grinned.
He guided me out to the balcony that nobody could see due to the thick ivy. He guided me under the moon and the glistening stars. He stopped and came closer to me.
"And what if I..." He put a hand on my waist again and began to hold me in the dancing position, "danced with you right here?"
"I'd call you cheesy." I giggled.
"You know, I really like you (Y/N). I've never felt this way for anyone." He said.
"As have I." I smiled.
He stopped for a second and I looked at him. The moonlight illuminated his pale skin and his beautiful, dark eyes. He put both his hands on my cheeks and then in one single movement his lips were on mine. We stayed like this for a moment, the orchestra's waltz playing behind us. I pulled away for air and he looked at me. Before he could say anything, I already knew.
There was no longer a Princess and King standing there. It was a King and his future wife.
(A/N): Not my best imagine, but wanted write something cheesy for you guys! I've been crazy busy and haven't had time to write anything recently. I hope to write more soon, but school is making it impossible in the immediate moment. Hope you enjoyed this imagine! Another one will be up within the next three weeks! Keep a lookout :) -R
