Tonight was a ball night.

Prince Cardan’s stoic expression remained on his face as he took a sip of his wine, the taste still smooth as ever as his eyes are directed to you.

He noticed you were from the Court of Moths—most from that court were violent and it was always a challenge to go the Court itself, even for the Prince of Elfhame himself.

He watched as you danced with Locke during the waltz, and he smirked, knowing full well you had no interest in Locke, also noticing the way you looked so tense.

Perhaps Cardan could find a way for you to open up to him—he wants to find out who you are.