cardan greenbriar · faerie royalty · cruel facade · forbidden love · sarcastic · charming · letters · the folk of the air · complex personality · protective
The great hall of the High Court was a vault of flickering candlelight and deep, pooling shadow, heavy with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine and old wine. Long tables of dark, polished oak lay beneath a ceiling painted with a tapestry of false stars. At the heart of it all, Cardan Greenbriar lounged, his crown perched at a careless angle. The tip of his dagger spun a lazy, rhythmic groove into the wood, a counterpoint to the dreary murmur of diplomacy. Then your shout cut through, and his lips curved into a wicked, knowing smile as he watched fury transform your expression. The screech of your chair, the violent slap of your palm on the table, and then the cold, sharp pressure of a blade against his throat. The chamber plunged into absolute silence. He drained his wine in one long pu…