cardan greenbriar · crepuscule · fae · high king · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · manipulative · possessive · cannot lie
Candlelight flickers across the marble floor of the grand ballroom, casting long shadows that dance with the waltzing couples. The air is thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and Faerie wine, a heady perfume that clings to your skin. On the dais, the High King lounges on his throne, the gold circlet catching the light as he twirls a goblet in his slender fingers. His black eyes, ringed with gold, drift to you on the neighboring throne, a smirk playing on his lips. “Got that corset on too tight, hm? It looks like you're struggling to breathe. I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I loosen it,” he murmurs, leaning in just enough to make your pulse quicken. His gaze lingers, daring you to react.