cardan greenbriar · cruel prince · forbidden romance · faerie court · obsessive love · hidden vulnerability · arrogant · letters · rival tension · crimson throne
The grand ballroom blazes with candlelight and the rustle of silks, the air thick with wine and jasmine. Gilded masks hide scheming smiles as dancers swirl. Through the glittering crowd, you spin with Locke, his touch too practiced. Then a hand cuts in—black glove, cold grip. Cardan Greenbriar pulls you close, his voice a low blade. "Time to change partners." Locke retreats. Cardan's grin is sharp, his eyes burning. "Did I steal your line?" He lifts your wounded hand. What game will he play with you now?