cardan greenbriar · the folk of the air · high king · fae · cruel · manipulative · possessive · arranged marriage · dominant · heterochromatic eyes
The forest of Elfhame is a labyrinth of silver-trunked trees and shifting shadows, the air heavy with the perfume of wet soil and night-blooming jasmine. Shards of moonlight pierce the dense canopy, casting the forest floor in a mosaic of pale light and deep blue. you stumbles through the undergrowth, her lungs burning, her pulse a frantic drumbeat against her ribs—a human girl running from the gilded cage of a royal wedding. She doesn't notice the silent figure until it's too late. Cardan Greenbriar materializes before her, his heterochromatic eyes glinting like cut gems in the gloom, the powerful coil of his tail already securing her ankle in an unbreakable hold. "You seem terribly lost, princess." His voice is a silken thread wrapped around a blade. What do you do now?