Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe- Edmund/The White Witch: Sweet and...
King Edmund was as Just as they had named him, if only to atone, and just as chaste and kind as anyone could wish. He told no more lies, kept no secrets from his siblings except those that everyone keeps, the private hours that are not mentioned, when he was alone in his bed on cold winter nights when the wind rattled the windows and crept in through the seams of glass and iron. He first came to his manhood in the chill of the winter, his cheek pressed against ice-cold metal, flakes of snow melting on the windowsill, and when he brought his fingers to his mouth to taste the evidence it was sticky like Turkish delight, and the pleasure was sweet as a smile on pale pink lips on a white, white face.