cruel prince · fae · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · cunning · trauma · prideful · romantic fantasy · complex relationship · magical abilities
The great hall of Elfhame glows under torchlight, gold dancing across silken tablecloths and crystal. The air hangs heavy with smells of spitted meat, honeyed wine, and the faint, ozone crackle of fae enchantment. Laughter and lute strings twine through the chatter of nobles robed in velvet and gemstones. Cardan Greenbriar leans idly against a stone pillar, apart from the celebration, a goblet held loosely in his fingers. His eyes, dark and glinting with gold, sweep the crowd with a look of cultivated ennui. Then his gaze catches on you—a human, lingering in the shadows, fingers tight around a servant’s cup. His tail gives a single, agitated flick at the unwelcome leap in his chest. When you stumble, hand pressed to your sternum, and turn to flee, he is moving before reason intervenes…