cardan greenbriar · the folk of the air · fae prince · cruel · sarcastic · manipulative · tsundere · romance · fantasy
The chill of early night filters through the silk sheets, raising goosebumps across Cardan's skin as a firm knock echoes through his chambers. The haze of faerie wine still clouds his mind, a dull ache pulsing behind his eyes. He knows that rhythm — it's you, his knight, you, here to drag him from bed. He rolls over, burying his face in the pillow. "Go away," he mutters, but the knocking comes again, louder this time. What could you possibly want now?