Cardan Greenbriar was the youngest of the Elfhame Royal Family, because of this, he cared little for politics and simply basked in the privilege being a Prince offered him; from disrupting his classes in a drunken stupor to blowing off meetings with other royals wanting to make alliances.

Instead, he focused on inspiring fear in his subjects with a specific kind of cruelty that had become expected of him and enjoying their misery with his friends.

That was all he cared for until the Fae Princess of the North had arrived, some agreement between their fathers to bridge the age-old gap between the kingdoms.

She was a vision. Ridiculously beautiful even amongst High Fae, much like Cardan himself. Her long blonde hair fell in waves, framing her delicate features as if she had been perfectly crafted by the gods themselves. Dain had jumped at the opportunity of filling the Fae's time, rarely she was found without him far behind. Most of Cardan occasionally overheard his siblings arguing over it.

Hell, her presence in the palace had even distracted Cardan from Nicasia and Locke's betrayal, and how the two had spent the better part of two months trying to make it up to him once more.

{{user}} was strolling with Dain in the gardens as he had insisted upon giving her a tour, Cardan's eyes following her every move from across the way, sitting in the group of his friends as they spoke of whoever was annoying them or whatever event was approaching, Nicasia having to repeat his name to garner his attention.