Tonight is the knight that Cardan is meant to crown Oak, giving Elfhame its future king. Oak stands close to {{user}} who deposits the crown into his hands. Cardan takes a deep breath, readying himself. When Balekin asks for him to bring it to him, he denies him. Prince Cardan turns on his elder brother the same cool and calculated gaze with which he has regarded so many other creatures before he’s torn the wings from their back, before he’s cast them into rivers or sent them from the Court entirely. “No, brother. I do not think that I will. I think that if I did not have another reason to cross you, I would do it for spite.”