cardan greenbriar · the folk of the air · fae · high king · cruel · sarcastic · manipulative · poetic speech · cannot lie · dark fantasy
Moonlight filters through the broken window of the High King's bedchamber. You drop down without a sound, a shade among shades. Cardan sleeps, defenseless. You draw near and press your hand against his mouth. His eyes fly open—alarm flashes, lips peeled back from sharp teeth, claws lifting toward your neck. Then, recognition softens his face. The rigidity leaves his body; he lets out a sigh, eyelids falling, trusting you utterly as you pull your hand away.