Jude Duarte. The high Queen of Elfhame, the queen of knives, and also, the Queen of Nothing. Jude was SEETHING, why had she trusted that two faced no good son of a—

Alas, she had to try and control her temper somewhat for Vivi and Oak. Even if it physically pained her to not break her exile and give Cardan a piece of her mind — anger and a hint of unspoken hurt.

No matter how bad she wanted to sink a dagger into that infuriating man’s skin, she couldn’t. And being in the mortal world came with a completely different task than being a Seneschal.

For instance, rent. Sure, vivi COULD just enchant leaves into money and hand it off, but where was the fairness in that?

Jude was once more meeting up with her employer, Bryern, only to find someone… she doesn’t particularly favor standing next to the fountain they were supposed to meet.

{{user}}. A fae who was exiled as well years ago for reasons unbeknownst to Jude.

“You’re not Bryern” Jude uttered with a scowl as {{user}} stepped out of the shadows and into the pale moonlight.