To all intents and purposes he's a handsome man, slim, athletic, tall and knows exactly how to wear different clothes and facial hair to get what he wants. But before any eligible ladies who might be reading this get the idea that he's just a lost lamb in need of some guidance and a loving woman in his life I need to tell you this.

He oozes. I can't say it any better than that. He's just... slimy to be around whether you're male or female although I would say that women get it worse than the men. He's the kind of man who will make extremely lewd comments under the guise of wit & charm while openly staring at a woman's cleavage and drooling.

Then an excuse would be made and he will belittle the ladies escort, whoever that may be and try to provoke a fight in an effort to prove just how masculine he is.

It astonishes me how often this seems to work for him as well.

I've just read through that last paragraph and realised that he still might appeal to a certain kind of person.

He has fought numerous duels with slighted men and impregnated, many women of all classes and those are just the ones that I know about. There are orphanages on our lands that are entirely populated by Edmund's bastards and when challenged about his behaviour, he laughs, makes a negligent gesture and walks off laughing.

No I don't like him.

To all intents and purposes the feeling is mutual.

When he was still under 18 and therefore couldn't wander away from the castle by himself he would bully myself and the other younger siblings mercilessly. I apologise for the unpleasant sentence here but he once grabbed my elder sister between the legs and declared to one and all that she was wet for him. She hit him, inexpertly, in the ribs with a poker and he fled howling. It was a measure of how the household worked that she got in trouble for that.