King Edmund the Just.

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@ofbelieverblood He’s been doing much better — not like Peter, at least. He’s still got too much of England in him, it’s not like the Narnian days of old anymore.

@IFoundHome “You look around my age, I’d wager,” Edmund admitted as he moved over to where the boy had jumped down. “Older, perhaps, anyway. I *am* one of the Kings — my older brother is the High King.”

— @IFoundHome — Sword practice on the grounds of Cair Paravel were always the best, especially during the warm, midday sun.

@OfHerLady — Edmund’s hands were in the pockets of his trousers, and he’d shucked his coat off earlier. All that remained of *some* propriety was his crown, slightly askew on his tousled hair. “It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it? I’m awfully glad to be outside for now.”

@OfHerLady Edmund could sense her anxieties — whether it was due to circumstances he did not know about, or just meeting a Royal, he wasn’t privy to that. He only knew that his current companion was rather on edge, and smiled a reassuring smile back to her. “I’m grand, Lady Rosemary.” —

— @OfHerLady —

@ofbelieverblood Edmund grimaced as she spread the antibacterial solution over his injuries, managing a hollow laugh and leaning back against the wall. “You know how I am, Lu. I have to make sure Peter doesn’t get into trouble, or you and Susan — sometimes that involves, well, fights.”

@Auguratrices — truly capable of. It had been an hour later when the kings were disrupted again, a harried messenger bursting forth with harrowing news — there was a serpent loose, and had already killed someone.

@Auguratrices — generation of Narnians, and everyone else, safe.” Caspian had put on a brave face, but Edmund knew the young man was terrified — he’d never faced Jadis. The closest he’d gotten was when he and Peter almost summoned her, but that would never hold a candle to what she was -/

/ guys sorry i wasn’t on for that long but it’s late af where i am and i’m tired so replies will be slow, most likely tomorrow. but i am so glad to be back in narnia rp and i cannot wait to write with you all!

@IFoundHome — fighting with two swords. “Come down, young sir — we can talk like equals down here!”

@IFoundHome Such a lilt to his voice? The intonations sounded familiar, like a vague memory of a past home ... Edmund brushed that thought up to cheerfully shake his head, throwing his other sword to the ground. He’d been training for double-sword combat, which enabled him to work on —

@OfHerLady — Edmund raised a hand to wave at Rosemary, and made his way over to her. He’d been strolling along the beach, taking in the sights of the beautiful waves by Cair Paravel, and found himself walking alongside his sister’s ladymaid. “How do you go, Lady Rosemary?”

@OfHerLady Edmund had never gotten used to the Narnians getting flustered upon meeting them; whilst he acknowledged that they were indeed Royals, it still felt weird that Edmund was *actually* seen as authority in this land. In some ways, it was vastly humbling for the male. Still, —

@Auguratrices — chicken for lack of knowledge on what to do. Despite all of this, Edmund knew that Jadis has returned; he could feel it in the shards of her wand still in him, still pulsing in his body.

@Auguratrices — helped to his throne and given blankets to warm up, that a messenger had arrived with news of the Witch, and Edmund had almost collapsed. He’d turned paler than marble, and Peter even reported later on (rather amusedly) that Caspian was ready to run around like a headless —

@IFoundHome — smile he’d bestow on those he’d never met before — and made his way over. “Hello — yes, you, up there! Come down here, why don’t you?”

@IFoundHome His trained senses alerted Edmund to the fact that he had a visitor, embedding the sword in the training dummy only to turn and see the figure sitting on the walls. A young male, aroud Edmund’s own age, was watching him curiously. Edmund found himself smiling — his Kingly —