One
Edmund hates it when his siblings call him Eddie, for some reason.
He likes Ed, he can tolerate Edmund (when either of his siblings are angry) but he simply cannot stand Eddie.
But he supposes it's okay when Peter murmurs 'Sleep tight, Eddie' whenever he goes to sleep at night. He can live with that.
Two
Edmund loves chess.
He remembers his first chess set. It was made of cheap plastic, and his Aunt Alberta had given it to him when baby Eustace had thrown a fit and threw the set against a wall, effectively losing five pieces. Edmund had been fascinated by it. He rearranged the pieces on the checkered board wonkily, and begged his father to teach him how to play. His father agreed, and most of Edmund's evenings were spent crying in frustration and occasionally banging his chubby fist on the board, sending pieces flying. He would announce to his family that he was never going to touch the chess pieces again, but -- as always -- Edmund would creep down in the dead of the night and lovingly pick up all the pieces.
When Edmund was frustrated, sad, angry of even just plain irritated, he would go to his -- newer -- chess board and play against himself. It calmed him no end.
Edmund's favorite chess piece is the rook.
Three
Edmund didn't mean tell her, really. She was just so enchanting…
His words spilled out before Edmund could stop them -- he was horrified and appalled by himself. When Mr. Tumnus found out it was him that told the White Witch where to look, he had been so very ashamed.
Being the traitor was something Edmund was never, ever going to forgive himself for.
Four
Edmund had to admit -- he was a little scared of Mr. Tumnus at first. When the White Witch was defeated and when the four of them were crowned Kings and Queens of Narnia, Edmund avoided Mr. Tumnus as much as he can. When he saw him coming around the corner of any hallway, Edmund ran away as fast as he can -- which, he had to admit, wasn't very kingly of him. He just couldn't bring himself to face Mr. Tumnus again. He half-expected the Faun to resent him.
But when Mr. Tumnus had told him kindly one day that he had forgiven him a long time ago, Edmund began to rather like the warm Faun, with all of his assorted scarves.
Five
Edmund knows that it's horribly selfish of him, but he's absurdly relieved that Aslan sacrificed Himself for Edmund. Edmund isn't sure if he'd be brave enough to face the White Witch again.
Edmund doesn't understand why The Great Lion would sacrifice himself for him, a measly boy who never did anyone good.
Later on, after a good, long -- and occasionally interrupted with a few tears from Edmund -- talk with Him, Aslan tells him that He loved Edmund -- and that He wouldn't have it any other way.
Six
Edmund is terrified of losing his siblings.
Which is probably why it hurt so very much when he discovered that Susan hadn't come back to Narnia when all of them did.
Sometimes, underneath the glinting carpet of stars, as he gazes up upon them and the heady smell of the freshest grass envelopes him, he wonders if Susan is looking at the same sky.
Somehow, Edmund knows Susan will return too. It was only a matter of time.
Seven
Edmund loves the sea. He loves the way waves rear up and crash down on the dark sand, the way it pulses and moves as though it is alive, the way it soaks Edmund's clothes to his skin, the way glitters in the sunset.
When they were small, Edmund and his siblings often went to small beaches to play. Edmund fell in love the minute he set his eyes on the calm sea water, its salty taste on his tongue. He loves looking for tide pools and watching crabs inch their way out of the clear water, the brightly colored sea anemones swirl in the gentle caresses of the water, the occasional eel twisting and turning happily, waiting for the tide to rise so that it could glide its way back home into the deep blue sea.
Edmund loves the sea.
Eight
Even the mere memory of the White Witch sends shivers up his spine. He tries to forget, but he simply can't. Stone statues are embedded in his memories, littering that large courtyard.
When he saw that she had returned -- albeit in a block of ice -- he couldn't believe it. He saw Peter looking mesmerizes, his outstretched hand reaching out for the White Witch's, who was smiling beautifully, engaging.
He lifted his sword, and stabbed it through her middle. She shattered, and Edmund hoped fervently that she was gone for good. Peter wouldn't meet his eyes for several days, and Caspian was the same.
But Edmund understood.
Nine
Edmund loves reading about Narnian history. It was just so rich and colorful, filled to the brim with detailed accounts of various treaties and wars. He loved reading about where and how the first sword was forged, where did giants originate from, and all of Narnia's previous Kings and Queens.
Edmund's favorite was King Herman the Flamboyant, who insisted on wearing shiny pink pants for the whole of his reign.
The history lessons back in London, consisting of bleak wars and various invasions, simply couldn't compare.
Ten
He doesn't know why, but somehow Edmund always knew that they would come back to Narnia one day. Even when he had grown up and both Peter and Lucy were finally accepting that they were stuck in London for good, Edmund always had a tiny ray of hope that maybe he might see the bright green grass and extraordinarily shiny stars of Narnia someday.
And they did.
Author's Note: Hope you liked it! Please tell me which one you liked the most, I'd like to know!