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 are confronted by Susan about your love triangle with her brothers.
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You had been putting your necklace on when Susan entered your chambers. You smiled at her until you realized what expression she carried. She sat down in the chair in your chambers and you turned to her, the silk of your skirts brushing against your legs.
"Why is it that my brothers have been avoiding one another but seem to be spending so much time with you?" Susan asked.
"You know I can't answer that, Su." I looked away.
"This love triangle isn't healthy for any of us, (y/n)." Susan sighed.
"I know. It's not like I want this, Susan." I crossed my arms.
"Why can't you just end it?" She asked.
"Because I'm in love with both of them!" I exclaimed.
"Oh, (y/n)." Susan's brows furrowed in sympathy.
"With Peter it's all courtly and formal. He gives these small gestures, like a rose or a peony or a daffodil in passing. And he never crosses any lines, although I'm fine with all of it. He's someone my mother would have picked out for me, and he has this peachy golden boy attitude. He never overstays his welcome and he's on time for everything. He plays the harp and he recites pages from classic novels I cannot even begin to understand. He's endearing and sweet and yet he avoids me entirely in formal settings." I explained, "It's like he knows me not. And he goes off with several girls, contrary to popular belief and he's more like the rumors about Edmund than anything else."
"And then Edmund. He's such a mystery at first. He takes me to places I've never been before and stays with me in the gardens under the moonlight until dawn. And he whispers poems into my ear when I feel alone. He crosses every line and knows nothing of courtship. He sleeps in my bedroom in the evenings and does not concern himself with the matters of religion but rather those of the heart. And he makes me tea when we've had stressful evenings and we spend more time in the kitchen and in the gardens than we do in the nicest parts of this castle. It's simple with him. He dances with me at balls and he never goes off with other women. He is charming and silvery in every single way and he is exactly what my mother hoped I would avoid altogether. He plays the piano with such tender care and he hums like a washing machine in unison with the crickets outside my bedroom window in the early morning hours. And he kisses me in the most open places. He never pretends and he never avoids me." I gushed.
Susan looked at me for a moment. And then she stood and walked towards me. She opened her mouth to say something but never got the chance because the door flew open and Edmund Pevensie stood in my door frame.
"Edmund?" I asked, turning to face him.
"(y/n)." He smiled when he said my name and came to hug me, "are you busy?"
"I-"
"No she isn't." Susan interrupted.
"(y/n), I know you're in a rough spot, but just know that I love you." He said.
"W-What?" I stuttered.
"I've been afraid to say it before, but I love you. I do not want to keep you a secret or live without you. I love you." He said it again.
"Ed-" I began.
Lucy came into the doorway holding a piece of paper and looked between us before coming to hand the piece of paper to me and leaving. It was an invitation. I looked at Edmund who appeared as confused as I was.
I flipped it to open it and noticed the seal was Peter's. I unraveled the ribbons and paper and read the first line of the invitation. King Peter & Princess Genevieve invite you to their wedding on this coming 7th of January. At this, I fainted.
