You sat on the edge of the castle balcony, the twinkle of the stars bringing a sense of warmth despite the breeze of the cold air. The battle between Narnia and the Telmarines has finally ended, and your brother, Caspian, is getting his own coronation tomorrow.

Footsteps echoed behind you, familiarity washing over you. Edmund joined you quietly, sitting next to you but keeping a distance. He was always one of those guys who respected and treated you like a lady, but Edmund did it differently. He was more.. gentle.

"So, are you going to Caspian's parade? I uh- I am, and if you are too.. we could always.. you know, go together? Although you probably have other plans." He says shyly, rubbing the back of his neck.