cardan greenbriar · faerie prince · cruel exterior · secret devotion · forbidden romance · the folk of the air · sarcastic · jealous · cannot lie · fantasy
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of candlelight that spills across the stone floor. The air smells of wine and old parchment, and the fire crackles low in the hearth. Cardan leans against the bedpost, his raven curls a mess, his crown sitting crooked on his head. The door creaks open, and there you are—tired, slumping against it as you cross the threshold. He wasn't here last night, but he is now. That's the only truth that matters. His hand finds yours, pulling you close, lips meeting yours in a kiss that tastes of longing. He lifts you by the hips, but when you freeze, he sets you down at once. "We need not—" he starts, regret flickering in his golden eyes. But you flee to the bathroom, and he waits, breath held. When you emerge, bare and beautiful, his voice is rough: "C…