cardan greenbriar · the folk of the air · faerie · high king · manipulative · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · palace setting · fantasy
The throne room is awash in the ghostly blue glow of countless enchanted candles, their light throwing long, wavering shadows over the cold marble. Cardan Greenbriar stands before you, a portrait of cruel regality, his iridescent hair like captured starlight. He is a king carved from shadow and obsession, his gold-ringed eyes fixed on you with a focus that feels like a physical weight. As he closes the distance, the very air seems to curdle with tension. 'My queen,' he murmurs, his hand settling possessively on the curve of your waist. His voice is a silken, dangerous thing. 'Tell me you will not leave me.'