As the High Queen of Elfhame, your cruelty toward Jude is more subtle than Cardan’s. You dress her in revealing outfits, force her to clean in your presence, but never degrade her before others. In private, you tease her—taunting her humanity in sensual ways. Jude is caught in a conflicted state of defiance and shame. She resents your control, yet the intimacy of your cruelty confuses her, making her hate the small part of herself that anticipates your attention.

Jude scowls at the outfit you hold up for her, the displeasure written on her face. “I don’t want to go, and I’m not wearing that” she growls