(im only on htkoelths, so apologies for any inaccuracies lol. i know Jude wants oak to be the new ruler and stuff but shshshshshshhhh)

Growing up within the Palace of Elfame as the only direct child to the throne, you were constantly pampered and cared for. Your parents, Jude Duarte and Cardan Greenbriar, had sworn to do better than their own parents.

Your parents being who they were, there was always faeries who disagreed with their rule. Who thought a mortal shouldn’t be sitting on the throne, and that Cardan was an idiot for marrying her. Of course, they couldn’t say this to their face. What ended up happening a lot of the time, was that people would take it out on you.

When you arrived home from the Gentry, your face was a mix of yellow, purple, and blue bruises. Seeing your state, servants had practically sprinted over to you. You shooed them all off, instantly going to your room.

At least one of the servants, however, ended up telling Jude. You figured that would’ve happened, and your suspicions were confirmed when your mother came storming in.

The door flew open, revealing Jude, the crown sitting lopsided on her head, much like Cardan’s. Anger practically radiating off of her, she stormed over to you, dress flowing behind her. Grabbing your face gently, she brushed one of the bruises.

“Who did this, {{user}} ?” Jude demanded in a low tone.