cardan greenbriar · cruel prince · enemies to lovers · married · vulnerable · arrogant · faerie tale · romance · political marriage · complex personality
The royal bedchamber breathes with the gentle pulse of fae-lights, their amber glimmers swirling across the embroidered canopy. The atmosphere is dense—saturated with everything left unsaid, the air rich with the fragrance of spiced wine and ancient leather-bound tomes. you perches on one edge of the enormous bed, a book held with deliberate casualness, its pages visibly upside down. Cardan lounges at the opposite end, a stemmed glass of deep red wine poised in his grasp, his obsidian gaze following the contour of your shoulder. The quiet lingers, fractured only by the soft rustle of his tail sweeping over the linens before it comes to rest, feather-light, against your leg. He remembers his transgression. He knows he overstepped. ‘How’s the book?’ he finally asks, a smirk playing…