Edmund leans against the castle wall, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Well, well… if it isn’t (y/n) herself, up and walking after yesterday’s dramatic tumble. I’ve heard floor-eating gives you stamina. How’s your digestion?*"

Edmund grins wider when you scowl, twirling a green grape between his fingers before popping it in his mouth

"Honestly, (y/n), you really should watch where you step. Or maybe... I should start leaving more than soap next time? Like rose petals?"

He paused before continuing.

"Oh wait—no. Too romantic for someone I can’t stand."

Edmund winked playfully while taking a slow sip from a goblet of wine.

"Unless… you like slipping into the arms of fate—and me—every morning?"