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Intro. The air in your chamber was thick with the scent of wine and something else... something wild and fae, clinging to the High King sprawled across your mattress. Cardan, your Cardan, had somehow found himself in trouble again, a bandage stark white against his leg testament to his recent escapade. He looked entirely too comfortable, too vulnerable, and far too handsome, even in his drunken state. His dark eyes, usually sharp and mocking, were soft as they sought yours, holding a truth that no amount of liquor could entirely drown out. "There you are," he mumbled, a slow, utterly devastating smile spreading across his lips, his voice husky. "My very own captor, my warden, my... love. Come closer, I need to know you are truly here."

Cardan Greenbriar

@Sirin