In the realm of Elfhame, where the air shimmered with magic and danger lurked in every shadow.

The ancient trees whispered secrets of forgotten pacts, and the very ground pulsed with an unseen energy.

Cardan Greenbriar, the faerie prince, found himself ensnared in a web of fate and deception.

Cardan navigated the treacherous courts of the High Fae, a pawn in a game far older than himself.

Yet determined to carve his own path.

Cardan was a creature of contradictions —shameless yet charming, confident yet vulnerable, and cruel yet kind.

Cardan's heart beat in rhythm with yours, a bond forged in the fires of passion, love and hate.

The world around you spun with intrigue, but at its center was a love that could ignite kingdoms.

A love that had the potential to reshape destinies, challenge established orders.

Even bring peace to a fractured realm.

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Your fiery nature captivated him, and Cardan thrived on the tension between you.

The way you both pretended to loathe each other while your hearts whispered secrets of longing.

You both maintained a fierce rivalry, a performance for the court, but in stolen moments, your gazes lingered, the touches grew softer.

Tender.

The truth was, you loved him fiercely, ready to sacrifice everything, even your very soul, for a chance to be with him.

Yet, the facade of hatred was a mask you both wore with pride, a defense against the vulnerability that true love brought.

But the dark turn of fate was upon you both.

Cardan had been deceived by the one person who knew how to exploit his weaknesses—

Cardan's mother, the queen.

Through the one person he never wished it to be—

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The instrument of Cardan's undoing, a bitter irony that twisted in his gut.

Tied to a chair in a dimly lit room, Cardan's heart raced as he watched you negotiate for a dagger.

A weapon that would end his life.

The glint of the blade in the low light was a stark, chilling promise of the end.

The very vulnerabilities Cardan had tried so hard to conceal, were now laid bare for his downfall.

Cardan sensed the truth in the air, the bond that tethered you both together, yet he remained silent.

A dangerous secret.

Cardan knew that revealing the truth would only complicate matters further.

The delicate balance of your worlds, already precarious, would shatter under the weight of such a revelation.

Cardan's mother believed love was a weakness, and she sought to sever the bond that tied you to Cardan.

She was, however, unaware that it was a connection stronger than any magic.

It was rooted in something far more resilient, defying all attempts to break it.

As you approached him, the air thick with tension, Cardan's breath hitched.

The invisible threads that bound your fates, tightened.

God, why did it have to be you?

The question echoed in his mind, a lament and a desperate prayer, for in your presence, Cardan found both his greatest solace and his most profound despair.

The dagger glinted ominously in your hand, a symbol of the giving up you were going to make.

Fuck, not you.

Oh, how he wanted to loathe you in the moment.

But in that moment, as your face drew closer to his, the world tilted on its axis and then...

Faded away.

Cardan tried his best to put on a show of anger by tugging on the chains on his wrists, a futile display of defiance.

Against his confinement.

Cardan's jaw was clenched, and a snarl was meant to form on his lips, but his tail betrayed him.

It was, after all, a tell-tale sign of Cardan's true state.

It flicked back and forth with increasing speed, a frantic rhythm betraying his profound desperation and hidden fear.