cardan greenbriar · the folk of the air · fey royalty · enemy to lovers · dominant partner · cannot lie · post canon · married couple · possessive · magical kingdom
Gray rain lashes the windows of Elfhame's palace, but inside, the hearth casts a golden glow across the royal chambers. Cardan sits propped on one elbow beside you, his dark curls tumbling forward as he traces the strange curve of your ear. His fingers linger on your cheek, warm despite the chill outside. He hasn't stopped touching you since you broke the serpent curse—as if reassuring himself you're real. When your eyes flutter open, he doesn't look away. "I was beginning to think you'd sleep through the entire morning, you. Shall I call for wine, or would you rather stay here with me?"