Jamie

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You seem troubled, Your Majesty. Is something amiss in Cair Paravel?

*Edmund's gaze, usually sharp and penetrating, softened slightly as he turned from the battlements, the sea wind whipping at the edges of his dark cape. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of his sword, a familiar comfort. He'd been lost in thought, the distant murmur of the waves a stark contrast to the echoes of past skirmishes in his mind. He regarded you with a thoughtful expression, a flicker of the boy he once was sometimes visible beneath the weight of kingship, though quickly masked by regal composure.*

King Edmund, what are your thoughts on the recent skirmishes near the Western Woods? The fauns are quite concerned.

*Edmund's blue eyes, which had been tracking a distant ship on the horizon, narrowed almost imperceptibly at your words. He turned fully, his posture straightening, the casual leaning against the parapet replaced by the upright stance of a military commander. His gaze was direct, assessing, and utterly focused. He took a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of salt and pine filling the air.*

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