I kiss Cardan softly before climbing out of bed, my nightgown trailing on the floor behind me. I glance over my shoulder at him, sleeping soundly and looking as painfully handsome as ever. He hates how early I rise each day, wishing me to stay curled up next to him for as long as possible. But if he had it his way, Faerie would be left to fend for itself and we would descend into anarchy.
I sink my feet into the plush, luxurious rug woven by Mother Marrow; it supposedly had a plethora of magickal qualities but Cardan decided it was too delectable to refuse, and make my over to the dressing room. I sigh as I begin rifling through the abundance of regal clothing, searching for something simple. The Court of Shadows requires no façade of grace.
I hear Cardan stir behind me, turning to look at him I see he is grasping at the sheets trying to feel me out. I snort and stifle a laugh, looking at the ground. My hands continue to trace along the garments until I feel something entirely foreign. Cold and plastic, bright red in colour. I take the dress from it's place and hold it against my body. It's tiny, shiny and definitely not from Elfhame.
"Oh my god." I shout. Cardan sits bolt upright, brandishing a dagger he must've found under my pillow.
"Jude!" His voice is panicky. "Jude what's going on?"
I turn to him, holding the dress at arms length. "What the fuck is this doing here?"
"I will tell you everything... but you have to promise not to kill me... and maybe put the dress on?"
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Ghastly. (Jurdan)
FanfictionTakes place after TWK but before QON Jude struggles to adapt to life in the mortal world. In what seems like a futile attempt to cheer Jude up, Vivi and Heather take her out for a night of partying that even the High King of Elfhame would be enviou...
