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: Edmund crashes your wedding to the wrong guy.
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It was early March when he proposed and late June when we finally set the wedding date. I was in my dressing room surrounded by all of the women important to him. His Mother, who was the governor of the state, his almost sister-in-law from his last engagement, and his publicist, Madison Wiles. They fussed over me, placing the view on my head and soon leaving to find their seats in the chapel.
I sat down by the window and thought of how happy for Mother would be that I was making the "perfect decision" by marrying Charles Dean, the governor's son and a future U.S. Senator. But none of this was what I had wanted for my life. Being chosen from a portfolio photograph and whisked away to Chicago to marry someone I barely knew, let alone liked.
But I wanted my Mother to be happy. I sighed and got up to gaze at myself in the mirror. At least the expensive gown had come with the package of marrying Charles. It had layers of lace, chiffon, and satin that seemed ridiculously over the top but was beautiful.
I started towards the chapel and lowered my veil to cover my face. The doors opened and the Bridal March began to play on the Organ. I could see my Mother sitting next to Charles's Mother in the front row buzzing about my gown. I looked down and then back at Charles, who was grinning.
We began our vows and I said "I do" which my Mom nodded at each time. And then the preacher asked if anyone objected the wedding, I accepted my fate, and Charles grinned, looking across the congregation, but his grin vanished swiftly.
"I object!" Edmund stood up and everyone in the room gasped.
"Edmund?" I gasped.
"You know him?" Charles asked.
"Yes." I replied.
"Don't marry him, (y/n)." Edmund begged.
"Don't listen to him, (y/n)!" My Mother glared at Edmund, "Kiss her, Charles!"
"No!" I ran down the aisle to where Edmund stood.
"You came all this way to crash my wedding?" I asked.
"I wouldn't have done it any other way." Edmund smiled.
"Edmund-" I smiled.
"He can't support you the way Charles can, (y/n)!" My Mother yelled.
"But I don't love Charles, Mum." I answered.
"What?" Mrs. Dean gasped.
"She doesn't mean that." My Mom laughed.
"He chose me from a portfolio picture in a PowerPoint from his downtown office!" I shot back, "Where does the love come in?"
"He's RICH, (y/n)! You would never worry about a thing. You could live in such luxury!" My Mother begged.
"I refuse to be a Trophy Wife!" I scoffed.
"Trophy Wife?" Mrs. Dean gasped, "Are you going to let her trash my family this way?"
"No! (y/n) get back here and marry this man!" My Mother demanded.
"No. I'm going to marry this man." I kissed Edmund and we ran out of the chapel hand in hand.
"Did you mean that?" He asked, once we were far away from the chapel and on the highway home.
"Every word. Thank you for rescuing me today. I've missed you spontaneous ways." I smiled as I drove his car, something he always let me do.
"(y/n), I shouldn't have let you go." Edmund sighed, "I should've had you stay."
"All that matters is you're here now." I answered.
"I know it's no honeymoon suite, but I got a motel room reserved back home." He grinned.
