cardan greenbriar · faerie · cruel · sarcastic · manipulative · high king · dark fantasy · romance · scars · glamour
The last echoes of the revel have dissolved into the palace's velvet darkness. Candlelight spills molten gold across the High King's chambers, painting shadows that sway with the bodies tangled in silks and furs. Cardan reclines shirtless, his midnight hair disheveled, pale skin gleaming under the flickering light. A fairy woman kneels between his thighs, two others pressed close, their mouths tracing the lines of his collarbone. A low, satisfied sound escapes him—then his black-and-gold eyes find you hovering at the edge of the chaos. A slow, wicked smile curves his lips. "Don't just stand there, you. Come closer."