I don't think we talk about Cardan just enough
I don't think it will ever be enough
I'm sorry but we are talking about the BOY who got beaten by his own brother every day the same brother he had to live with because his father had kicked him out of his home because of his OTHER old brother.
The same guy who took the mortal servants back to the human world under the threat of Balakien's wrath.
And the guy who sent a dress to Jude the girl he "hated" so much that he couldn't stop thinking about her.
And the man who was forced into a role he never wanted but carried with it the best he could.
The man who hid his own tail until he didn't
The man who TURNED INTO A SNAKE just because he broke the blood crown and freed the people.
The man who joked about when people were eating meat that was his just a few hours ago.
Cardon is so much more than just the villainous love interest or Jude's pawn.
He is the true king of Elfhame.
And he is better than any man any day.
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The Wicked King
In the middle of this piece of the High King of Elfhame and his Seneschal from the second book. Planning on colouring in the future!
I would have liked to make Cardan look a little more extra but i am not good with outfits!!!
The general shape and inspiration for the throne is from this cool-ass dude.
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Autumn
Cardan x Human reader
Tw: Glamour
Word count: 583
Autumn was such a stupid thing to be excited about. It was stupid to get excited about the leaves turning color. It was stupid to get excited about the chilled air. It was stupid to get excited about those disgusting pumpkin spiced... whatever the fuck you called them.
It. Was. All. Fucking. Ridiculous.
Until... Until it came to you. Until it came to how your eyes would sparkle and how happy your voice would get and... gods damn it.
Here Cardan was, standing in the parking lot of some over priced human store, with two Pumpkin Spiced Latties that you just insisted he try. While you chase leaves and flower pollen.
"What a waste of time."
Cardan mumbled under his breath as he leaned against your car, his face was bitten by the cold and a pretty red as he patiently waited for you. He was getting worried, not that he'd ever admit it but... you had been gone for a while, maybe he should go look for yo-
"CARDAN!"
Your happy voice rang out through the parking lot as you rushed towards him, your face was a beautiful shade of red... it reminded him of those strawberry tarts you had made once. Your hair was all frizzed up from the glamour he had been using around you, to hide his pointed ears and tail... and to disguise leaves as money. Human. Money. He was a Prince but... he didn't have a lot of human money.
His eyes took you in again, the red nose and cheeks, the beautiful way your eyes lit up as you talked about your next project, which he wasn't listening to, and how your scarf laid perfectly on your neck to keep it sheltered from the cold... and to keep prying eyes away from his marks that littered your neck...
He could see your lips moving but he didn't care. He leaned down and kissed you softly, making you shut up and melt into the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled against the kiss, when Cardan broke you your smile stuck and you softly asked.
"What was that for?"
"You looked so fucking pretty... I couldn't resist~"
You rolled your eyes and gently hit his shoulder making him jump and hold the cups up.
"Woah there short-ass, don't spill your pumpkin spice leeche"
"It's a Latte Cardan! La-tte"
You corrected him as you took your hot coffee and took a sip, the warmth from the cup seeped into your bones making you slowly warm from the inside out.
"So what're that dead tree hair for?"
Cardan asked as he pointed to the leaves.
"To make a shadow box, for our anniversary"
You said as you nestled your body against Cardan's the cooled car metal was a massive contrast against Cardan's warmer skin.
"That's not until December Love, what're you doing it so early for?"
You were quiet for a moment, and a moment to long, making Cardan think he had fucked up.
"Because we met in October... At a shitty Halloween Dance our friends dragged us to..."
You said, a nostalgic tone in your voice. Making Cardan chuckle and kiss your head gently.
"Aren't you just a wonder for dates huh?"
He asked before pulling your closer against him, gently squeezing you as he rested his head back against the cold metal of your car. Completely and utterly content with you in his arms.
There was no place he'd rather be than with you.
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A thought as I'm reading The Prisoner's Throne (Minor Spoilers)
Cardan playing a game with Leander that consists of basketball shooting mushrooms into people's wine glasses during dinner, referring to Leander as an "imp," smack-talking Locke to his own kid for fun all while maintaining the attitude of "I'm the High King of Faerie and I'll do what I want," is the content I needed to remind myself, yup, this is indeed my favorite MMC in literature.
I missed him so much.
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