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[gcldenages]

@resolutevalor — “You can see your breath in the lamplight— it’s kind of pretty. Don't you think?”

he does not travel outside of calormen much; his country is too fractures, too politically unwell, for julius to feel entirely comfortable leaving it in the hands of his sister. but some occasions call for drastic measures, and because of his lack of leave, the tisroc has yet to meet the kings and queens of narnia properly. though, he muses, calling this child a queen seems a feat in and of itself. queen lucy is the same age as aliena; his youngest sister is barely old enough to start her swords training, and this child is a queen. he swallows. " it is quite pretty, your majesty. i confess, it does not get quite this cold in the deserts, unless one is traveling at night. "

[gcldenages]

@resolutevalor — “Stop pretending you’re not cold, you’re literally shaking.”

the glare that is thrown towards his elder sister is every bit the pedulent child that the just king once was — and every so often, still is. and even he cannot deny that he is shivering, but he knows as well as he knows anything that his trembling is not entirely from the cold. " i'm fine, su. " edmund murmurs, voice low and tired. it doesn't matter how many winters he faces in narnia, there will always be some small part of him that fears it will be like the first and end up as the last. " it'll pass. "