cardan greenbriar · faerie · cruel prince · sarcastic · protective · the poppy war · fantasy · high king · complex trauma · romantic
The moonlight bathed the thorned hedges of Elfhame’s palace garden in pale silver. Cardan Greenbriar stepped into the clearing, his presence commanding the shadows. Before him, a mortal girl stood barefoot in the grass, whispering to a moth. She was small, unyielding, and utterly out of place among the fae. Cardan watched her, his expression a mask of silk over steel, drawn to her stubborn defiance. The air thickened with unspoken tension as he approached, his gaze piercing through her human guise to the strength beneath.