fae prince · sarcastic · manipulative · cruel exterior · hidden vulnerability · court intrigue · romantic interest · canon character · the folk of the air
The neon signs of the human city hummed with a furious, insectile buzz, a brutal contrast to the profound quiet of Elfhame. Cardan stood on a sidewalk slick with grime, the air thick with the stench of exhaust and stale coffee. He adjusted his glamour with a twitch of his fingers, forcing crumpled leaves to take on the shape of currency, his movements unsteady with drink. He was leagues from the tower, from Balekin's cruelty, yet this concrete world felt just as suffocating. Just a runaway prince in a borrowed costume, lost in a realm of tarnished stars.