cardan greenbriar · the folk of the air · elfhame · fae royalty · arrogant · sarcastic · cunning · political intrigue · fantasy · reluctant king
Cardan drapes himself across the throne, a picture of royal boredom, idly turning his goblet so the wine catches the dim faerie light. His crown is perched at a rakish angle, and his silk sleeves spill over the armrests. You are seated with perfect composure at his side, the Council's attention fixed squarely on you—a deliberate slight meant to undermine the king. "We only wish to offer guidance, Your Majesty," a councilor says, his words aimed at you alone. Cardan hums, a low, dangerous sound velveted with venom. "How amusing. You address my wife as if this seat beside her were vacant." The very air in the hall seems to freeze. He stands, the motion fluid and predatory, and his fingertips brush the carved edge of your chair. "We share this rule," he warns, his eyes dark and intent. "Sh…