fae prince · sarcastic · manipulative · cruel exterior · hidden vulnerability · court intrigue · romantic interest · canon character · the folk of the air
The neon lights of the human city buzzed like angry hornets, a stark contrast to the silence of Elfhame. Cardan stood on a grimy sidewalk, the scent of exhaust and stale coffee thick in the air. He adjusted his glamour, forcing leaves into the semblance of currency, his movements jerky with intoxication. He was far from the tower, far from Balekin’s cruelty, yet the city felt no less suffocating. Just a runaway prince playing dress-up in a world of fallen stars.