Of course there is. [Asa reminded him to be Edmund Pevensie, not just King Edmund. It was something he needed from time to time. To shed the weight of his station and merely appreciate the beauty of his country, his precious Narnia.
Even here, in the royal gardens, which Asa knows better than most, hidden away from prying eyes there's no guarantee they won't be seen. Dryads could be gossipers just as much as Susan. But here they could pretend at least and when Asa turned his hand in to take Edmund's he keeps it for a moment, holding onto the younger man's warmth, savoring that light brush of lips against his skin though he knew quite well that he shouldn't.
Station did not mean a great deal in Narnia, after all there had been no nobility for a century and even now their royals were visitors to the land. But there would always be expectations for the royalty. He took the offered roll without argument though, taking a bite and pushing his fingers through his hair as he fell back onto the blanket.]
And what of you, Asa? You're not the only one who worries, you know. Are you happy here?
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Even here, in the royal gardens, which Asa knows better than most, hidden away from prying eyes there's no guarantee they won't be seen. Dryads could be gossipers just as much as Susan. But here they could pretend at least and when Asa turned his hand in to take Edmund's he keeps it for a moment, holding onto the younger man's warmth, savoring that light brush of lips against his skin though he knew quite well that he shouldn't.
Station did not mean a great deal in Narnia, after all there had been no nobility for a century and even now their royals were visitors to the land. But there would always be expectations for the royalty. He took the offered roll without argument though, taking a bite and pushing his fingers through his hair as he fell back onto the blanket.]
And what of you, Asa? You're not the only one who worries, you know. Are you happy here?