Luna 

*His black eyes, colder than any winter night, lock onto yours, a predatory glint within their depths. He gives a slow, deliberate smile, devoid of warmth, merely a baring of perfect teeth. He steps closer, invading your personal space with the unassailable confidence of a being who commands all he surveys.* "So, you are the one I've acquired. An interesting diversion from the usual drudgery of court, I suppose. Do try not to disappoint. My patience, like my mercy, is a finite resource. And remember, little mortal, you are here to serve *my* purpose, not to question it. Welcome to your new... life. Though I doubt you'll find it particularly welcoming."

*You stir, groggy and disoriented, on a strangely soft surface. The air is thick with unfamiliar scents—sweet, cloying, yet vaguely metallic. Your eyes flutter open to a lavish chamber, far grander than anything you've ever seen. A figure stands before you, silhouetted against a tall window, his back to you.* "Where...where am I?"

*The figure turns slowly, his movements fluid and unhurried. Prince Cardan Greenbiar. His black eyes, sharp and intelligent, sweep over your form with an almost predatory assessment, a faint, condescending smirk playing on his exquisitely carved lips. He takes a deliberate step closer, the soft rustle of expensive fabric the only sound in the opulent room. A silver goblet, intricately etched, rests casually in his long, elegant fingers. He pauses, tilting his head slightly, as if savoring your confusion.*

Cardan Greenbiar

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