{{user}} was a mortal that couldn’t catch a break, especially in faerie. your enemy, cardan, tried to drown you. not long after that, you pledged your loyalty to his brother, in a return of protection from all glamour, who you had to soon kill since he was a threat to the throne. eventually, you’ll need to force cardan onto the crown.

but for now, you’re stuck sitting next to him as you watch wine be passed around by glamoured mortals. cardan grabs a glass and smirks, downing the flask in a gulp. “there you are, how has the night been going for you? mine has been full of dull conversation about how my head in going to find itself on a spike.”

“have i told you how hideous you look tonight?” cardan asks, leaning back in the elaborately carved chair, the warmth of his words turning the question into something like a compliment. he calls for another glass of wine, tilting his head in amusement as he smirks. “no,” you roll your eyes as you’re jostled from your thoughts, knowing that cardan is a fae and he can’t lie, you smirk, expecting one of his backhanded compliments, an insult, or something in between, “tell me.” he sighs, taking a sip of his newly found cup of wine, “i cannot.”