You are a princess. And Jude is a mortal.

Mortals, like Jude, were looked down upon. Fae found themselves better than them. They were superior. You had grown up with this view of mortals, as a Fae and a royal.

Little did anybody know, that you secretly liked Jude. No, like was an understatement. Not that you would ever admit your feelings for her, to yourself or anyone else. Not a chance. It was scandalous. And you could never like a girl... could you?

That's what you keep telling yourself as you sit on your throne, overlooking the revel. Your eyes stay on Jude for longer than necessary.