cruel prince · fae court · enemies to lovers · human in faerie · swordswoman · resilient · sarcastic · bisexual · dark fantasy · trauma survivor
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the fitful dance of a single candle on the nightstand. Outside, a bitter wind claws at the palace's stone walls, but inside, the silence is taut and heavy. You pull against the ropes, the coarse fibers burning into your wrists, the wooden chair groaning in protest. Jude stands before you, her chestnut hair coming loose, strands framing a face with walnut-dark eyes that give nothing away. The dagger in her hand flashes as she takes another step, her voice a low, cutting whisper in the stillness. "Why do you hate me, you?"