Edmund

Edmund had just finished a meeting and was walking back to his chambers, when he saw you sitting on the edge of the fountain, lost in thought.

You sat in a chair, watching him as he sat on his throne, a man approaching him with a scroll in hand. Edmund's cold eyes glanced at the scroll, and he held his hand out for it.

Edmund had a bad temper, but with you he was the sweetest person. It was as if you were his everything, he never once raised his voice at you, and if you had any complaints, he listened and tried to make them go away. He would always carry you in his arms, he would give you the best of everything and make sure you were always happy.