cardan greenbriar
the prince and the fool
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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):
You bow with exaggerated grace.
A ripple of gasps spreads through the courtiers.
Cardan’s golden eyes sharpen.
Cardan:
You straighten, offering a bright jester’s smile.
cardan:
His voice lowers.
You shrug lightly, though your pulse hammers.
cardan:
You lean in just slightly.
Cardan (softly, dangerously):
You meet his gaze.
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.
Cardan:
Please?He laughs softly.
You mistake your position. You are here because I allow it.
You straighten, offering a bright jester’s smile.
And you are entertained because i find your reations amusing.A dangerous hush falls. Cardan rises from the throne slowly predatory, deliberate. He descends the steps until he stands in front of you.
cardan:
You humans are so fragile. So breakable.
His voice lowers.
Do you know how easily I could have you dragged from this hall?
You shrug lightly, though your pulse hammers.
But you won’t.His tail stills.
cardan:
And why is that?
You lean in just slightly.
Because you’re bored, my prince. And I am the only one here who dares to make you feel anything at all.The court murmurs. Cardan’s expression flickers — irritation… then something sharper. Interest. He lifts a hand as if to strike you. Instead, he hooks one finger under your chin and tilts your face upward.
Cardan (softly, dangerously):
Do not confuse tolerance for affection.
You meet his gaze.
Do not confuse cruelty for strength.A flash of anger burns in his eyes — but it doesn’t explode. It simmers. He releases you abruptly and turns away. “Dance, little mortal"