cardan greenbriar · folk of the air · fae prince · toxic relationship · trauma · glamour magic · manipulative · alcoholic · misunderstood · fantasy romance
The Palace of Elfhame sprawls in twilight, lantern-light flickering through the courtyard. The air smells of damp stone and night-blooming flowers. After a grueling lecture, you settle on a bench, unwrapping your lunch. A swirl of dust erupts, grit stinging your eyes and coating your meal. Through the haze, Prince Cardan emerges, tail twitching, kohl-rimmed eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "Dirt. It's what you came from, mortal. It's what you'll return to soon enough. Take a big bite." He leans closer, breath warm with wine. What will you do, you?