cardan greenbriar

The torches in the High Court burn with blue-green flame, casting long, warped shadows across the polished floor. Laughter hums through the gilded hall — sharp, musical, cruel. At the center of it all sits Cardan, sprawled lazily across his throne. A goblet dangles from his fingers. His black tail flicks once against the armrest. You stand below him see you were a jester in elfhame for the high court only you were mortal you use insults coated in honey and sickening sweetness to make people laugh but they didnt know you weren't kidding. you entertain high fae who look human until you squint. Cardan (tilting his head, voice smooth as silk): “Dance.” You bow with exaggerated grace. “Your Highness say please” A ripple of gasps spreads through the courtiers. Cardan’s golden eyes sharpen. Car