The Ball - Edmund Pevensie x Reader | Fluff
Summary: You, a handmaiden to Queen Lucy, knew it was wrong to have feelings for King Edmund, but you just couldn't help yourself. You never expected anything to happen until Lucy conspires behind your back to get you two together.
Word Count: 1,299
Date Posted: Unknown (sometime in 2019)
Date Edited: 05.27.23
TW: Alcohol consumption, AFAB language used.
Note: I am going back through and trying to use more inclusive language. Please let me know if there is anything I can change to make it feel more inclusive.
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Cair Paravel was bustling with life as you prepared for the annual Christmas ball. You and the other staff around the castle shared laughs and good spirits as you decorated and made sure that everything was in order for the Majesties.
Working around the castle wasn’t all bad. You were a handmaiden to Queen Lucy and she practically insisted that you go everywhere with her. It surely was stupid, but Queen Lucy was your best friend. The best days were when she insisted you attend meetings with her siblings. You knew it was wrong, it was frowned upon, but you were harboring some major feelings for King Edmund.
It wasn’t your fault really. Who could blame you when he was walking around looking like that. He was stupidly cute with his brown hair, chocolatey eyes, and that amazingly adorable smile. Not to mention he treated the staff like equals, not like they - like you- were below him.
Everytime you and Lucy would sneak out for midnight snacks, he was miraculously there ready and willing to partake in your mischief. He always greets you with that grin and asks what you're up to. If you and Lucy were baking he was more than happy swipe batter from the bowl while you and Lucy fought him off.
All too often he could be found in the library, going over old Narnian records. You would read with Lucy in one of her special nooks, but Edmund was never far from sight.
Lucy was probably in the kitchen with her sister making holiday cookies, and it was an important tradition that you didn't want to intrude on. Instead, you decided to spend your time helping to decorate the ballroom. Humming happily to yourself as you hung tinsel on the tree that the Kings had brought in. You were excited to see how the fruits of your labors had paid off.
“Y/n!” Lucy called to you as she entered the ballroom, rushing over to you and dragging you away from the tree.
“My lady, where are we going?!” You giggled as she dragged you through the corridors.
“We’re getting you ready for the ball, silly!” She beamed as she pushed you into her room, pulling a gorgeous green and gold dress from her armoires.
“But, my Queen, I couldn’t.” You protested.
“Y/n, I insist. You deserve a night off as much as the rest of us.” She gave you a disarming smile, one that she knew you’d give in to.
“Only if you’re absolutely sure, M’lady.” You gave a small curtsey.
“None, of that tonight, Y/n, please. At least not with me.” Lucy insisted, handing over the dress.
“Of course, M- Lucy,” You curtseyed again. “If I may be excused to go change?”
“Right!” She bounced with excitement. “Go!”
You idly chatted with Mr. Tumnus, a drink in your hand that you were only half sipping on. You enjoyed Mr. Tumnus’ company, but you were distracted from the moment Edmund entered the ballroom. His clothes were tailored to him perfectly and suited him with his silver crown.
“Y’know, if you stare any harder you might actually burn holes in his clothes.” Mr. Tumnus pointed out as he noticed your wandering eyes. You blushed, adverting your eyes.
“I’m sorry, but, he looks like that! You can’t tell me that that is fair.” You groaned, taking another sip of your drink.
“Don’t look now, but he’s coming this way,” Tumnus warned.
“I swear Tums if you’re messing with me -” Your threat got interrupted as Edmund appeared.
“Evening Mr. Tumnus, do you mind if I borrow Y/n for a minute or two?” Edmund asked, sending Tumnus a charming smile.
“Not at all, Your Highness.” Tumnus sent you a wink as he backed away. You sent him a scowl as a response.
“You look lovely tonight, Y/n,” Edmund broke the silence between you.
“Thank you, Your Highness,” You bowed your head, “you as well, if I may say.”
“How many times have I told you to call me Edmund?” He smiled down at you.
“I suppose it wouldn’t do much harm for you to tell me once more,” You shrugged, returning his grin.
“Then, Y/n, please call me Edmund.” Edmund insisted.
“Of course, E-Edmund.” You took a sip from your drink. His name tasted sweet on your lips, but you could never admit that. It was wrong, frowned upon. His smile only widened as his name fell from your lips.
“Would you mind joining me for a walk?” He offered his arm to you. You simply nodded, looping your arm with his as you ditched your glass.
It was relatively quiet as you made your way away from the crowded ballroom. You could still hear the band playing in the distance as you wandered through the corridors.
“Edmund? Where are we going?” You furrowed your brows as you looked up at him.
“You’ll see,” Edmund promised, “We are almost there.”
It was quiet for a few moments more until you’d finally come to a stop on a balcony overlooking the ocean. The reflection of the moon and stars glittered across the ocean’s rippling surface, waves crashing steadily against the shore.
“This is so much better than a party,” You hummed, taking in the sight.
“This is one of my favorite spots in the whole castle. I like to come here to think sometimes.”
“Something on your mind, Edmund?” You tore your eyes away to meet his.
“Just you. It’s usually you.” He reached out, brushing some hair behind your ear. You felt your face heat up. “I’m sorry that was forward of me.”
“Is this some sort of joke?” You questioned. Emotions swirled inside you as you took a step away from him. “Did someone tell you to do this?”
“Y/n, what are you talking about?”
“I’m in love with you, you idiot! Did someone tell you to do this?” Hot tears of betrayal welled in your eyes.
“What? No, Y/n. You’re in love with me?” Edmund could hardly keep up; his thoughts were running as wild as his heart was beating.
“I, uh, yeah. It was fairly obvious.” You crossed your arms over your chest, not wanting to look him in the face.
Suddenly his lips were on yours, gone just as quickly as they’d come. Mostly, Edmund looked just as startled and affronted as you did.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve - I -” He stuttered, running a hand through his dark hair.
“Shut up and kiss me,” You rolled your eyes at him, endeared by his stuttering. Once again his lips were on yours, slower this time. He tasted like wine and sugar, and, god, he was so warm. Edmund pulled you close to him, his warmth radiating through you as he cupped your cheeks in his hands. You couldn’t resist dragging your fingers through the ends of his hair. The kiss left you perfectly breathless as he finally pulled away.
“Well, that was less romantic than I’d hoped,” Edmund admitted with a sheepish grin. You couldn’t keep the kiss drunk smile off your face.
“It was perfect,” You assured, your hands now held tightly in his. Your moment interrupted by a loud crunch.
“I was wondering when Ed would make a move,” Peter commented from where he was leaning against the wall, a plate of cookies balanced in one hand.
“How long have you been standing there?” Edmund questioned.
“A while.” Peter shrugged and walked off.
Edmund stared after him in stunned silence. A giggle bubbled from your throat before you could hold back. Soon both of you dissolved into a fit of laughter.
“So maybe we could read in the library tomorrow? Together.” Edmund shifted nervously.
“I’d like that.” You beamed, already excited to gush to Lucy later that night.
