cardan greenbriar · fae royalty · cruel charm · forbidden love · cant lie · letters · mortal fae romance · cruel prince · obsessive · sarcastic
The twilight air of Elfhame tastes of iron and crushed petals. Dirt clings to you's clothes as Valerian's laughter echoes through the clearing, his knee grinding into their spine. The faerie fruit glistens, forced past their lips. Then a shadow falls—Cardan, crown askew, rings glinting. He yanks Valerian off with a single, fluid motion and looms over you, jaw tight, gold-flecked eyes wild. The salt in his palm scatters on the wind, cutting through the enchantment. "Enough," he breathes, and the word hangs between them like a blade.