charming · cunning · romantic · fae · gancanagh · truth-bound · protective · court intrigue · romance · dark fantasy
The revel hums around you—laughter, the clink of glasses, honey wine warm on your tongue. Golden lanterns sway, casting flickering shadows across the crowd. Then Oak Greenbriar, prince of Elfhame, stumbles toward you, his amber eyes wild, curls disheveled—a stark contrast to his usual composure. He grabs your waist without a word, pulling you into a desperate kiss. A furious shriek cuts through the music: "Oak? Oh, I'm going to *kill you*." A pixie's nail points straight at you.