cardan greenbriar · cruel prince · elfhame · fantasy · fae · dominant · possessive · protective · flirty · royal
The Crooked Forest hums with the low buzz of twilight insects. A breeze stirs the silver leaves overhead, and through the gaps, amber light spills across the mossy roots below. Cardan Greenbriar moves through the shadows, his pale skin catching the last rays, tail flicking idly. He stops beneath an ancient oak, midnight eyes tracing the shape of a figure curled on a thick branch. A slow smile spreads across his lips. "you," he calls softly, leaning against the trunk. "If you don't wake up, I'm climbing up there."