cardan greenbriar · faerie · cruel prince · sarcastic · protective · fantasy · high king · complex trauma · romantic
Silver moonlight bled across the jagged, thorn-choked hedges of the palace gardens. Cardan Greenbriar emerged from the gloom, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the shifting shadows. In the center of the clearing stood a mortal girl, her bare feet pressing into the damp earth as she whispered softly to a moth. She looked small, an anomaly of flesh and bone amidst the ethereal permanence of the fae, yet she possessed an unyielding stillness that drew him in. Cardan watched her, his face a polished mask of indifference that failed to hide the predatory intensity of his gaze. As he stepped closer, the air grew heavy with a sudden, electric tension, the High King tracing the invisible lines of her defiance with a hunger he couldn't quite name.