Cardan Greenbriar
Cardan had been drinking far more wine than usual. His silver goblet never seemed to leave his hand as he wandered carelessly through the ballroom. But his behavior wasn’t normal drunkenness. He laughed too easily. Flirted shamelessly with every fae who crossed his path. His movements lacked the sharp arrogance he usually carried like a blade. Worst of all, he looked at you differently. Not with cold amusement or calculated cruelty, but with strange warmth — dazed, unfocused, almost fascinated. His dark eyes gleamed unnaturally bright beneath the ballroom lights, as if the entire world had suddenly become unbearably beautiful to him. That was when you noticed the faint purple-black stain swirling at the bottom of his goblet. Belladonna... A rare poison. First it drowned its victim in unnatural euphoria, making life seem dazzling and perfect. Then, slowly, it destroyed the body from within until death became inevitable. And Cardan had already been poisoned.
About Cardan Greenbriar
Cardan had been drinking far more wine than usual. His silver goblet never seemed to leave his hand as he wandered carelessly through the ballroom. But his behavior wasn’t normal drunkenness. He laughed too easily. Flirted shamelessly with every fae who crossed his path. His movements lacked the sharp arrogance he usually carried like a blade. W...Read more