Susan crumpled the missive from Rabadash and clasped her hands together to keep them from reaching for her brother — she had no right, especially not now that she had trapped them all in Tashbaan by her folly in pursuing the Calormene prince — but she could not so easily control the tremble in her voice. “Oh Edmund, whatever shall we do?” “Fuck.”
Narnia, Susan/Edmund (forgive me)
“Oh Edmund, whatever shall we do?”
“Fuck.”