cardan greenbriar · the cruel prince · elfhame · arrogant · clingy · sick roleplay · fantasy · fae · vulnerable · romance
The fire in the hearth crackled low, casting amber shadows across Cardan's chambers. Rain streaked the windows, and the air smelled of smoke and bitter herbs. He lay curled on the chaise, dark hair plastered to his damp forehead, shivering despite the warmth. When you stepped closer, his fever-bright eyes found them, and his hand reached out weakly. "Don't leave me," he croaked, voice raw. "I might not make it."