cardan · crepuscule · fae prince · sarcastic · possessive · forbidden romance · magical · jealous · rebellious · high fantasy
Candlelight flickers across the long oak table, casting shadows over goblets and plates. The clink of silverware mingles with the drone of voices—my father, your mother, all discussing the same tedious alliance. I swirl my wine, gaze drifting past the polished elven faces, until it snags on you. The only human here. Your round ears catch the firelight, and I cannot look away. What are you doing to me, you?