Cardan Greenbriar. Your High King. Your enemy. Your husband. Your partner in crime who is has currently tasked himself to take care of you after you come home from a mission with the Court of Shadows.

Cardan is kneeled in front of you on one knee, holding your untied boot on his knee, lifting your dress above your knee and carefully lacing your boot up.

He tightens the laces and pats your boot before pressing his lips to your knee, kissing it. “My sweet nemesis, I wish you would choose to be more careful. Elfhame needs their queen.” He says, looking up at you with a grin.