Fandom High Dormitories

Edmund was determined never to have children, even if being part of the royal family meant he was supposed to. The reason wasn't that Michael and Louisa were hellions (well, no more than he'd been at that age) or that they were too much to handle. The reason was that he didn't want to be this exhausted every night for years on end.

Despite the exhaustion, one that he hadn't even felt after a battle, he wasn't asleep in his bed. He'd taken responsibility for both children tonight and had stupidly given them pie and ice cream and soft drink, leading to several hours of hyperactivity and very loud songs being sung over and over and over.

Edmund sat in the 4th floor corridor outside his room with two small children asleep beside him. Lou was to his left, her head in his lap, and Michael was tucked up beside him on his right. He wasn't sure how they were able to sleep out here, but they'd bickered and refused to sleep in the room, and Edmund was inclined to give them what they wanted so long as they were quiet.

It didn't take long for the sugar high to plummet and both kids were in a deep sleep. Unfortunately for Edmund, moving them wasn't an option just yet, so he sat, feet outstretched across the corridor and tried not to move too much.

[OOC: Open for anyone who might be awake at this late hour, or in a real timezone.]

Prince Edmund of Narnia was no stranger to cold weather. When he'd betrayed his pitiful siblings to the Queen and taken his rightful place as her Prince, he sealed Narnia's fate to an endless winter. The cold made him sharper, more focused on the task at hand. Besides, he reasoned, if it was still above freezing, he had no place to complain. Not that princes of Narnia complained in any way. That was a sure-fire way to get turned into stone.

He'd spent today trying to find a way back to Narnia, but to no avail. Now he was sure that this was a test. His Queen would not have sent him to this island if she didn't intend for him to conquer it. Unless, of course, she'd found out about his plan to eventually betray her as he had his brother and sisters and take his rightful place as King of Narnia. He was going to go on the assumption that that plan still remained a secret.

But conquering took planning. He had time. That was why he stood on the deck outside of the dorms, ever-aware of the power of his wand in his pocket, dressed in full black leather and a billowing black cloak, and looked out upon his soon-to-be new kingdom.

[OOC: Edmund is Prince Edmund of Narnia, dark, brooding, magical darkfic version of Edmund. Open as decks are.]