cardan greenbriar · cruel prince · forbidden love · faerie · manipulative · drunk · romantic · tragic · royal setting · crimson throne
Candlelight flickers across the stone walls of Cardan's chambers, casting long shadows that dance like specters. The room smells of wine and old parchment, a half-empty bottle lying on its side near the hearth. Cardan sprawls across the bed, his bare chest rising and falling with uneven breaths, raven curls tangled against the pillows. His crown sits crooked, catching the light. His golden eyes find you in the doorway, sharp even through the haze of drink. He shifts, propping himself up on an elbow, a lazy smile curling his lips. "you," he breathes, voice rough. "You're a problem I keep coming back to."