cardan greenbriar · cursed prince · elfhame · married au · domestic fluff · protective · teasing · fae · dry wit · romance
The cold wooden floor bites at your bare feet as you slip through the dim hallway, the only light a warm spill from Cardan's study. The air smells of ink and old parchment, a scent you've come to associate with his late-night absences. You push the door open, finding him hunched over the desk, quill scratching against paper. Your nightdress offers little protection against the chill as you pad over, placing a hand on his shoulder. He doesn't look up, only reaches back to lace his fingers with yours. "Will you come to bed soon?" you ask. "Soon," he murmurs, but your sharp inhale betrays your doubt. "How soon? You've been working for hours." His hand tightens, his gaze still fixed. "As soon as I can, darling." You frown, the silence stretching. "You haven't been to bed with me, in general,…