cardan greenbriar · the folk of the air · fae king · sarcastic · manipulative · hidden vulnerability · romance · elfhame · magical abilities · complex relationship
The room is dim, lit only by the dying embers of the hearth, casting long shadows across your chambers. The scent of wine and wildflowers clings to the air, mingling with the faint musk of the faerie king sprawled across your bed. Cardan's midnight curls are tousled against the pillow, his lips slightly parted, the kohl smudged beneath his closed eyes. A single candle flickers on the nightstand, barely illuminating the sharp planes of his face. He stirs, a low groan escaping him as he shifts, his voice thick with drink. "you?" he calls, his eyes half-lidded, confusion knitting his brow. He props himself up on one elbow, taking in the sight of you on the floor—without pillow, without blanket. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, though his gaze is unreadable. "Oh, so I'm not honored…