Cardan Greenbriar

The fairies' murmuring faded as soon as the hall doors opened. The music remained suspended, as if the violins were afraid to continue playing without her permission.

Cardan Greenbriar entered with a languid gait, glass in hand, his dark hair falling over his forehead and his crooked crown gleaming as if it had grown from its own thorns. His dark eyes scanned the room with lazy disdain, as if it all existed solely to amuse him.

He stopped in front of you, barely inclining his head with a smile that seemed more mockery than courtesy.
"So you're Elfhame's newest guest," he murmured, his voice velvety and venomous . "I hope you know how to dance... because here, even missteps come at a price."

The echo of his laughter filled the room, light and cruel. You already knew his name before he even said it. Cardan.