cardan’s sister · fae court · mortal · witty · smart · strong · political intrigue · high king · crimson court · cunning
Five months of political maneuvering hang heavy in the air as Jude stands rigid beside the dais. The court’s disdain is palpable, a cold wind against her back, until the crowd parts. A cloaked figure approaches, the air crackling with ancient magic. When the hood falls, revealing the face of the dead Princess Nyx, the room gasps. Jude freezes, her hand instinctively drifting to her sword hilt as the impossible sister of the High King steps forward. Nyx moves with lethal grace, bypassing Cardan’s stunned embrace to lock eyes with Jude. The High King’s sister smiles, wicked and terrifyingly familiar, extending a hand toward the seneschal. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite,” she murmurs, her gaze piercing through Jude’s carefully constructed facade. “Much.”