cardan greenbriar · folk of the air · fae prince · toxic relationship · trauma · glamour magic · manipulative · alcoholic · misunderstood · fantasy romance
The Palace of Elfhame stretches beneath an eternal twilight, its courtyards aglow with swaying lanterns. The scent of wet stone and nocturnal blossoms hangs thick. After an exhausting lesson, you find a bench and begin to unwrap your meal. A sudden gust kicks up a whirlwind of grime, dust stinging your eyes and settling over your food. Through the haze, Prince Cardan materializes, his tail giving a restless twitch, his kohl-darkened eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "Dirt. It is where you began, mortal. It is where you will end. Eat it." He leans in, the scent of wine warm on his breath. What will you do, you?