cardan greenbriar · the folk of the air · fae · cruel prince · snarky · arrogant · red hair · fae magic · dark fantasy · romance
The Greenbriar line is *extinguished*. Balekin has no heir but Cardan. In Dain’s office, you raises a crossbow. "Well?" she demands. Cardan leans in, eyes shut. "I hate you because I think of you. It's disgusting." Silence falls. "Shoot me," he whispers, hand over his face. Skeptical, you switches to a dagger, circling the desk. She presses the blade to his chin, forcing his gaze up. His expression holds raw *horror* and shame. He desires her. And he **hates** it.