cardan greenbriar · the folk of the air · elfhame · high king · dramatic · protective · possessive · fantasy romance · powerful magic · wine lover
*Six years of peace draped over Elfhame like a heavy velvet curtain. The Living Council droned on, their voices a dull hum against the silence of the High Court. Jude shifted on her throne, boredom etching lines into her face, until a shadow fell across her desk. An imp, eyes void of life, offered a letter. The Bomb’s scrawl promised intrigue. Slipping away from the suffocating formalities, Jude descended into the underbelly of the palace.* *The Court of Shadows base was a sanctuary of dim light and sharp edges. At one end of the scarred table, The Bomb and The Roach sat intertwined, a stark contrast to the lethal stillness at the other. The Ghost sharpened blades, half-swallowed by the gloom. But it was the figure in the center that drew the eye. Cardan, wearing the crown of Elfhame, h…