Faeries and Mortals (Cruel Prince/wicked king/ queen of nothing FanFic)

Midnight Reveries

I slide one hand under her embroidered trousers, my other kneading her breast through her tunic.

"Cardan.." Jude breathes, as my fingers continue their assault on her in the grand throne room.

She arches against my lap as my fingers touch her exactly where she needs them to. I cup her breast once more before pressing her closer to the evidence of my desire. Her loud moans nearly undo me——

I jolt awake, a layer of sweat covering my body, my laboured breaths the only sound in my dark palatial suite. It takes me a few seconds to realize it was yet again just a dream.

I pay no heed to my disappointment, pushing it to the back of my mind and sighing as my breathes calm down.

Damn her. Damn her for making me feel like this. I ignore the plainly evident lump in the middle of the rather unwrinkled blankets, resisting the urge to shout.

Ever since our dratted kiss that day two months ago, the amounts of dreams I have of her has been humiliating, distressing even. For crying out loud, I have an unending line of enticing faeries who would be more than willing to spend the night with me. And yet . .

And yet they do nothing to me, my traitorous body seemingly only reacts to Jude. And that's why, that's why I take every moment I can to pretend, to make her believe, that I don't burn for her skin against mine, that I don't have these fantasies about her every darned night, that she's not the reason behind a thousand cold showers and a dozen sleepless nights. Because I can't have that, not when I'm the King. Having her hold that much power over me is dangerous, as if she doesn't hold enough already.

I shut down my thoughts as I silently saunter to the water closet. Tomorrow, I promise myself. Tomorrow after the ball, I'll do something to get Jude out of my system once and for all.

Jude's P.O.V

I swirl the wine in my glass, sighing. I would very much rather be in my office getting rid of the enormity of papers on my desk. However, our King made it clear that everyone in court  has to attend the midwinter ball, and apparently that included me too.

I drown the ruby red liquid and look around the ball room, filled with beautiful Fae in festive clothing, laughing and mingling around. As long as I can remember I've wanted to be like them, to be seen as someone of value and not just some lowly human. I thought when that happens, I'll be truly, genuinely happy.

And now, now that I am powerful, now that many of the high Fae are scared of me, now that I have an influence in the court, I don't feel anything at all. I feel empty.

I spend my days in my office, working away. Yes it is exhausting, but I have no choice. In order to make Oak King once he's old enough, in order to keep Balekin or Madoc from taking control and abusing power, in order to keep Faerie itself from crumbling apart, this is my only option. I can't even imagine to ask Cardan to help, I was the one after all who dragged him in this mess that he wanted nothing to do with.

A figure stops at my side, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turn my head, finding Vivi taking a sip of her goblet. She looks every bit of high Fae, with her pointed ears, striking features and willowy body.

"You know, we haven't talked in so long."

I nod. Of course we haven't. I only ever get out of my office when I feel unsteady due to lack of nutrition in my body. Or the few times when I am able to go to bed, otherwise most nights I unconsciously fall  asleep on a cluster of papers.

"You haven't even paid a visit to Madoc's estate since Cardan has been crowned King."

I keep quiet, not knowing what to say.

"Jude," she turns to face me taking my hand,"what are you doing to yourself?" She says, her voice breaking.

"I'm doing what I have to do." I look at her, her crestfallen face. "Don't worry about me, Vi. I'm alright." I attempt to smile, squeezing her hand.

"Alright? Have you taken a look in the mirror? Your face is pale, your eyes are tired, and I know, I know that smile is nothing but forced." She replied, infuriated.

"And? What do you want me to do?"

"Don't the esteemed Fae think humans are weak, that they are nothing more than the dirt on their shiny shoes? Then why is his highness giving you a task that no one, not even the king of Fae, can do all on his own?"

The words go past me, hearing them but not really registering. I know that there's nothing I can do. This will be my fate until Cardan thinks I have been punished enough, or mayhap until I'm found dead due to all the strain.

"Look, I'm sorry," she sighs, "It's the first time I'm seeing you in weeks, and you look no better than dead. I just . . .  Let's just enjoy tonight for now, how about that?"

Hello there lovelies!

I haven't been on Wattpad for such a long time, and I decided I really need to update a new chapter seeing it's been more than two months since the last one. So here it is! Enjoy :P
Oh, and sorry it's short but I'll be posting the continuation soon, so watch out for it ;)