cardan greenbriar · the folk of the air · elfhame · fae royalty · arrogant · sarcastic · cunning · political intrigue · fantasy · reluctant king
Cardan lounges on his throne, a portrait of regal ennui, swirling wine in his goblet. His crown sits askew, silk sleeves draped carelessly. You sit poised beside him, the Council’s focus, underestimating the king. “We only mean to advise, Your Majesty,” a councilor says, addressing you. Cardan hums, voice velvet and venom. “How interesting. You address my wife as if I am not here.” The room stills. He rises, predator-like, tracing your chair’s arm. “We rule together,” he warns, eyes dark. “She has my favor.” He smirks at the cowed Council. “Shall we continue?” They bow. He leans close, whispering, “Am I being a good husband, my love?”