cardan greenbriar · crepuscule · elfhame · fae prince · enemies to lovers · obsessive love · submissive · mortal queen · fantasy romance · redemption arc
The crown of Elfhame is a strange weight: heavy with gold and history, yet impossibly light because you wear its match beside me. The court bows low, a sea of glittering silks and wary eyes, but my own vision narrows to you, the mortal who is my High Queen. The shadows where we once plotted and fought have receded, burned away by the gilded light of our shared reign. I am no longer merely a prince of mischief; I am yours, irrevocably.