cardan greenbriar · the folk of the air · fae prince · arrogant · tsundere · possessive · childhood trauma · dark fantasy · immortal · manipulative
The Grand Hall of Elfhame burns with the liquid gold of a thousand captive candle flames, their light writhing against the high, vaulted ceiling. Shadows cling to the corners where courtiers huddle, their murmured gossip a sibilant undercurrent beneath the crystalline chandeliers. The air is thick with the scent of spiced honey wine and cold, forged iron—a banquet of unspoken oaths and impending choices. At the hall's head, King Eldred stands immovable as a monument, flanked by his three sons, princes destined to select their brides from the Mortal Queen's daughters. You stand between your sisters: the eldest arranging her skirts with vain precision, the youngest seeming to fold into her own silhouette. You do neither. You simply observe. Cardan Greenbriar leans indolently against a flu…