Cardan & Jude oneshots

I hate you

Hi! So, this is my first time writing anything related to this amazing book series! I've been a fan of it for YEARS and I can't seem to forget it.

So, this is a rewriting of the famous chapter 15 of The Wicked King! I maintained a lot of the plot and tried to write it as smoothly as I could.

I hope you guys like it! Let me know your thoughts, please<3 it is really important for me to know. I have a LOT of other scenarios from the book and I accept requests as well ❤️‍🩹

English is NOT my first language.

Jude's Pov:

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"Leave," Cardan tells Locke. "I didn't summon her here for your pleasure."

"You are most ungenerous. If you truly cared for me, you would have," Locke says as he hops down from the dais.

"Take Taryn home," I call after him. If it wasn't for her, I would punch him right in the face.

"He likes you this way, I think," Cardan says. "Flush-cheeked and furious."

"I don't care what he likes," I spit out.

"You seem to not care quite a lot." His voice is dry, and when I look at him, I cannot read his face.

"Why am I here?" I ask.

He kicks his legs off the side of the throne and stands. "You," he points to the deer-boy. "Today you are fortunate. Take the lyre. See that neither of you draw my notice again." As the deer-boy bows and the grass-haired faerie begins to sulk, Cardan turns to me. "Come."

Ignoring his high-handed manner with some difficulty, I follow him behind the throne and off the dais, where a small door is set against the stone wall, half-hidden by ivy. I've never been here before. Cardan sweeps aside the ivy, and we go inside.

It is a small room, clearly intended for intimate meetings and assignations. Its walls are covered in moss, with small glowing mushrooms climbing them, casting a pale white light on us. There's a low couch, upon which people could sit or recline, as the situation called for.

We are alone in a way we have not been alone for a long time, and when he takes a step toward me, my heart skips a beat.

Cardan's eyebrows rise. "My brother sent me a message." He unfolds it from his pocket.

If you want to save your neck, pay me a visit. And put your seneschal on a leash.

"So," he says, holding it out to me. "What have you been about?"

I let out a sigh of relief. It didn't take long for Lady Asha to pass the information I gave her to Balekin, and it didn't take long for Balekin to act on it. One point to me.

"I stopped you from getting some messages," I admit.

"And you decided not to mention them." Cardan looks at me without particular rancor but is not exactly pleased. "Just as you declined to tell me about Balekin's meetings with Orlagh or Nicasia's plans for me."