#cardan's pov
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devi1sange1 · 1 month ago
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Soooo did Holly Black just basically confirm another Jurdan book by confirming the next book won’t be a Nicasia pov or???
She fully called it a “straight sequel”…. anyways I’m hyperventilating.
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chaiichait · 6 months ago
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I know we joke about Cardan's pining a lot but man, can you imagine how hard that must've been? Where you are so sure of your feelings toward the person and yet, they keep giving mixed signals. Jude always held him close only to push him away again. Cardan must've felt so defeated and used but still, he hangs on to that flicker of hope that he might get his feelings returned.
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alwaysbeenasmartgirl · 2 years ago
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Jude and Cardan
Ok, can we talk about how Cardan tried to make Jude leave before she was crowned the queen of mirth?
He obviously knew what Locke was up to and wanted Jude to go without making it seem that he cared about her enough to make sure she left.
I wonder how bad he must have felt when Jude did not leave and was insulted and made fun of.
This is exactly why we NEED Cardan's pov of the entire storyline.
How the king of Elfhame learned to hate stories was not enough.
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ninainthetardis · 1 month ago
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I really need that new FotA sequel to be Cardan's pov. Like, I really need that.
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darlingod · 1 year ago
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The Cruel Prince ch. 20 by Holly Black
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The Lost Sisters by Holly Black
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A sort of parallel??
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tsundereplease · 1 year ago
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I would bleed for a Cardan POV.
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likecanyoujustnot · 9 months ago
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Jude’s trial, Cardan’s pov
A/n: I’m supposed to be getting ready for my birthday party but I have massive procrastination issues. And this picks off right where the letter ended. Kinda long.
“What do you mean he is dead?”
There were tears in Taryn’s eyes as I paced in front of her.
“He washed up on the beach near our house.” She sniffed. “I don’t know how it happened.”
“When did you notice he was missing?”
I had last seen him two days ago. Entertaining a group of young faeries.
“He didn’t come home after last night and that’s nothing out of the ordinary, you know how he is.”
Yes I did.
“What are you going to do about it?” She looks at me cautiously.
“Hold a trial, I want to find who did this.” I may hate his cheating guts but I wanted to know who in my court thought it was a good idea to kill off my master of revels.
She froze. “Am I a suspect?”
“For now, until we can rule out your innocence.”
She nodded slowly. “What if it was Jude?”
It was my turn to freeze. “What makes you think it was her?”
“She doesn’t like him, and she doesn’t like you much at the moment either, this could be her way of sending a message.”
Not likely. If she wanted to send a message she would’ve crept into my rooms and slit my throat while I slept. This wasn’t her style.
“Trials begin at the beginning of the week, in two days, you are first Taryn.”
She nodded and walked off, a slight tremble in her hands.
Dammit.
Valerian and Locke. Both dead. I didn’t mourn valerian and I doubted I would mourn Locke. They were both awful. But it was now just me and Nicasia. I would probably have to tell her of the murder. She’d probably believe it to be Jude. I don’t know how Taryn could sell out that it might be her twin sister.
I didn’t think it was, but still.
I gave instructions to the guards and Randalin and went back off to my room.
My head was pounding and I wanted nothing more than to just sleep.
I was the king. I could do whatever I wanted.
And so I slept.
The next few days passed without hassle, until the day of the inquest came.
I saw Nicasia first.
She looked awful. Tired and distant. A dress the colours of the sea on her. And next to her stood my mother.
It was night time, the first of the stars visible when a mortal woman walked up to where we stood.
She wore a bronze dress and had a hood pulled over her head.
Taryn looked so much like Jude it hurt. I wonder what would happen if I just left and ran off to the mortal lands to find my wife.
The cold voice of one of my personal guards cut through the chatter. “Taryn Duarte. Wife of Locke. You must stand in the place of petitioners.”
She moved to where she was indicated to stand.
“Taryn?” I asked.
She raises her eyes to me and I am struck by a realisation.
That’s not Taryn.
That’s Jude.
The high queen of faerie.
My wife.
My heart skipped a beat.
“Your majesty.” She said.
“We recognise your grief.” I did my best to keep my voice even. “We would not disturb your mourning were it not for questions over the cause of your husband’s death.” Though I supposed I’m her husband.
Jude.
Here.
“Do you really think she’s sad.” Nicasia cut in. I almost roll my eyes. She steps closer to Taryn- no, Jude- and I tense. Nicasia had a tendency to be irrational, had he friend had just been murdered, making her even more unpredictable. “Did you kill Locke yourself? Or did you get your sister to do it for you?”
“Jude is in exile.” Her words are soft, and I yet again marvel at how easily she can lie. “And I’ve never hurt Locke.”
“No?” I interjected. I leant forward on the throne. My tail twitched. She’s lying again. If she is truly Jude, which she is, she has hurt Locke in the past.
“I lov…” Jude stopped. To anyone else it would look like she was grieving, as though the words were too hard to say.
But I knew better. She was having to force herself to say it.
“I loved him.” She lets out a little sob.
“Sometimes I believed you did yes.” I force my tone to be absentminded, as though I didn’t care. I did believe she loved Locke. And I hated her, for loving him and not me, Locke for tricking her, and myself for not being good enough. “But you could be lying. I am going to put a glamour on you. All it will do is force you to tell us the truth.” I curved my hand and magic shimmered in the air.
“Now, tell me only the truth. What is your name?”
If she wears no protection, under the glamour, she will be forced to admit her title as well. Jude Duarte Greenbriar, High Queen of Elfhame, wife of Cardan.
And that would cause a huge problem.
“Taryn Duarte.” She curtsied. “Daughter of Madoc, wife of Locke, subject of the High King of Elfhame.
Liar. She had to be Jude. I smiled. “What fine courtly manners.”
“I was well instructed.” We were instructed together.
“Did you murder Locke?” There is a silence following my words. The folk quiet in apprehension.
“No.” She said, she gave a pointed look to Nicasia. “Nor did I orchestrate his death. Perhaps we ought to look to the sea, where he was found.”
I wanted to laugh at the poeticness of this moment. Either Taryn had killed Locke and didn’t want anyone to know, or Jude killed both of them and was know planning my own demise. That didn’t scare me as much as it should have.
Nicasia turns to me. “We know Jude murdered Balekin. She confessed as much. And I have long suspected her of killing Valerian.” I wondered how she would react if I told her she had killed him. “If Taryn isn’t the culprit then Jude must be. Queen Orlagh, my mother, swore a truce with you. What possible gain could sue have from the murder of your master of revels? She knew he was your friend- and mine.” Her voice breaks at the end, her grief palpable.
I peer back down at Jude. “Well, what do you think? Did your sister do it? And don’t tell me what I already know. Yes I sent Jude into exile. That may or may not have deterred her.”
She looks like she wants to punch me. “She had no reason to hate Locke, I don’t think she wished him ill.”
“Is that so?” I knew for a fact she did.
“Perhaps it is only court gossip, but there is a popular tale about you, your sister and Locke.” I wanted to snap at my mother for bringing herself into a conversation where she is not needed. “She loved him, but he chose you. Some sisters cannot bear to see the other happy.”
I glanced at her.
“Jude never loved Locke.” Her face went a slight pink. “She loved someone else. He’s the one she’d want dead.”
I flinched at both meanings to her words. She wanted me dead, and she loved me.
I wasn’t sure which alarmed me more.
She loved me
Loved.
As in past tense
“Enough.” I said before she could keep talking. “I have heard all I care to on this subject-”
“No!” Nicasia interrupted. Everyone stirred a little. She cut me off. The high king. She seems to realise it as she goes on. “Taryn could have a charm on her, something that makes her resistant to glamours.”
I glared at Nicasia for undermining my authority. I look back to Jude and give her a cruel smile. “I suppose she’ll have to be searched.”
I could sense Nicasia’s sneer.
Jude stood up taller in a position that reminded me of Oriana. “My husband was murdered. And whether or not you believe me, I do mourn him. I will not make a spectacle of myself for the court’s amusement when his body is barely cold.”
I admired the sheer will and determination in her voice.
My smile only grew. This is was chance to get her alone. “As you wish. Then I suppose I will have to examine you alone in my chambers.”
I could barely keep myself from smiling in glee. Jude was back. And she was following me to my rooms. And there I would ask her why she stayed away so long. Why she didn’t come home to me.
She was nervous, she had no clue I knew she wasn’t Taryn. And that scared her. She knew that if I had her undressed I would know her body. Her scars and imperfections.
Never mind I could tell who she was just off of her face.
I passed a hooded servant carrying pale green wine.
There was a cry and a crash behind me and I wip around. Jude is on the floor, the servant with her. Her dress soaked in wine and the shattered glass around them.
Jude helped the servant girl sweep up debris before she says. “Oh no, my lady, your pardon, you ought not lower yourself.”
One of my guards catches her arm. “Come along,” he said as he lifted her to her feet, and we continued walking.
Two servants open the heavy doors to my chambers and I threw myself down in a low couch in the parlour, Jude stood awkwardly in the centre of the room.
My feet rested on the stone table. “Well.” I said, patting the couch beside me, an invitation for her to sit. “Didn’t you get my letters?”
“What?” She croaked.
“You never replied to a one. I began to wonder if you’d misplaced your ambition in the mortal world.”
“Your majesty.” Her said, voice stiff. “I thought you brought me here to assure yourself I had neither charm nor amulet.”
I raised an eyebrow and my smile deepened. “I will if you like. Shall I command you to remove your clothes? I don’t mind.” Not in the slightest.
“What are you doing.” She’s desperate now. “What are you playing at?”
She still thought she can convince me she’s Taryn. It was adorable. “Jude, you can’t really think I don’t know it’s you. I knew you from the moment you walked in the brugh.”
She shook her head. “That’s not possible.”
I stood, watching her intently. “Come closer.”
She took a step back.
I frowned. “My councillors told me that you met with an ambassador from the court of teeth, that you must be working with Madoc now. I was unwilling to believe it, but seeing the way you look at me, pervades I must.” She was angry, and rightfully so, looking like she wanted to run me through with a knife. “Tell me it’s not true.” It could not be true, she wouldn’t plot against me, would she? Though if I died, she would be free to rule without me, Madoc whispering in her ear.
“I’m not the betrayer here.”
“Are you angry about-” I stopped, studying her face more carefully. “No, you’re afraid. But why would you be afraid of me?” I’d never done anything for her to fear.
“I’m not.” She trembled. “I hate you. You sent me into exile. Everything you say to me, everything you promise, it’s all a trick. And I, stupid enough to believe you once.”
“Of course it was a trick-” I noted that she was now holding a blade. Sheathed, but it looked deadly.
Suddenly everything shook. An explosion that was close enough to cause us both to stumble. Books fell and crystal orbs rolled onto the floor. I looked at her, surprised, before I realised, she could have done this. My eyes narrowed.
Then there’s the sound of metal striking metal, swords.
“Stay here.” She drew the blade.
No. “Jude, don’t-” I call after her as she slipped out of the room.
Dammit.
I had Jude back, and I would not loose her again. I drew into my power, commanding it to listen, to reshape the burgh. Commanding the doorways to crack and shrink. From the screams of the guards I knew that vines, roots and leaves were clicking them, starting to creep around their necks, strangling them.
They had taken Jude.
And they would not forget it.
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somewhereincairparavel · 4 months ago
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TFOTA update (major spoilers for book 1): chapter 20
this book just keeps throwing plot twist after plot twist after plot twist on me and I'm falling for every.single.one. gosh. first jude kidnaps the human girl to free her into the mortal world, and she drowns herself? Then Dain yells at Jude for the thing I WASN'T expecting (stabbing Valerian) and then Jude fucking KILLS Valerian not even a few minutes later, then buried the body in HER house, then Balekin gatecrashes and slaughters almost everyone in his fucking blood line in the matter of MINUTES. Madoc kills Dain?? And ghost kills Caelia?? Rhyia kills herself?? Taryn and Locke might secretly have an affair??
Jude feels pleasure in seeing Cardan miss out on the coronation bc he got drunk which is ironically the best thing he did bc he dodged a bullet?? Now Cardan is the only hope elfhame has, which is also super ironic since Jude was marvelling over how glad she was that cardan wasn't ever going to be king in the first few chapters.
I NEED A MOMENT TO TAKE ALL THIS IN
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most-ment · 1 year ago
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Chosen
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It wasn't supposed to end this way;
With heavy betrayal hanging in the air.
One year and a single day,
This isn't something I think she can bear.
🖤
A thousand promises broken.
Trust isn't a common currency here.
Soo many feelings unspoken,
And that's how it'll remain for the next seven years.
🖤
You wanted power,
You wanted safety and revenge.
You achieved it all with your soul devoured;
A black heart, unable to repent.
🖤
I didn't want it to end like this;
With him betrayed and you broken.
I had put all my hopes on a kiss,
But you chose the choices you've chosen.
~🖤~🖤~🖤~🖤~
~My pov~
Hello loves, my exams are finally rounding up and I can breathe. I have soo many poems I wanna share with y'all and insha'Allah I will. This is inspired from the first book of the folk of air series; CRUEL PRINCE🖤
Hope you like it. Tell me if you'd like poems from the remaining books yeah?
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bookish-phile · 8 months ago
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so who was it that told me jude would be pregnant in tpt? because darling i will hunt you and strangle you for bringing my hopes so high only to brutally crush them
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devi1sange1 · 1 month ago
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Am I the only one that thinks this jurdan book is going to be dual pov? I mean she said it’s going to be the POVs (plural) you would expect it to be…
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sour-fish · 9 months ago
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hi so basically ive been hearing people say that they wrote like a cadans pov version of tfota and i need it.
WHERE IS IT haha im going crazy yes yes but seriously are they lying to me or like playing tricks because im just not okay:D
so underline is: if you know someone or like a link or name of a fanfic like that please leave a comment id realy appreciate it thankz:]]]
oh yeah and just good fanfics in general
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ao-ihinata · 8 months ago
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Am I one of the few who isn't hoping for a jurdan POV book ?! like, if we get one I'd be quite happy but I'm excited for the possibility of Nicasia's POV
Don't you want to know what goes through her mind ?! will we know why she tried to tell Jude Locke was making her the side piece ?! what has she been doing these past 10 years besides speed dating lol
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bellarkeex · 1 year ago
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Treacherous [Cardan POV]
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My interpretation of Cardan's POV from the night he wrote the Alice in Wonderland note. Jude. Jude. Jude.
☾ warnings: confused yearning cardan, not sure there is any?, mention of drink & powders, not explict smutty dream
☾ read on ao3: here.
☾ wc: 1036
“Oh, Cardan.” Her sighs echo into the shadowed trees around us.
I grip at every piece of skin I can reach. Though she is below me, I am the one drowning in her presence. Blissfully unaware to any semblance of touch except nails digging into my back, the hot shallow breaths on my neck, and her warmth I am repeatedly sinking into. Little bruises had begun to show on her collar bone and if one were to look carefully, more would be found on her inner thighs.
My stomach twisting at every little sound which escapes her mouth, urging myself on in hope to be blessed with more.
My name on her lips, I know this would be my undoing. What would finally drive me into madness. The becoming of a mere beggar, my only wish to hear her say my name. No matter whether whispered and breathless. Hell, in this nightmare, I’d settle for it being screamed in rage.
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It was not always like this.
Many times, she had surrendered to him, the only words the mortal girl dare to utter being pleas. Begging for him to do many improper things to her. Acts which would seem unbefitting to any other respected prince. Yet, he was not that kind of prince, and such acts were expected of him by now.
Oh, Cardan please. She would beg. It is your mercy I am at.
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Another countless consecutive night, I’ve awoke from a fitful sleep. Restful nights have become a luxury I don’t often receive without, what others would call, an obscene amount of drink or powders. But no amount drink nor powders could free me from this torment.
I’m unsure how long I lay breathless among ruined sweat-soaked sheets before I rip them from my body, recoiling from the bed. Relieved to feel the cool of the wood chain press against my back, instead of the stick of linen.
This is entirely absurd and should be the least of my worries. My supposed girlfriend is frolicking around with my apparent best friend, and I cannot even get a simple mortal to leave me in a moment’s peace.
I fail in my attempt to disregard my most recent horror, memories forcing me to recall each moment. I need to forget each one. But I cannot. I remember them all.
Breath fails me just as much as forgetting does, I cannot go on like this. I am entirely restless.
Jude. She's just a blip. Her sad short mortal life merely just a chapter in comparison to my immortal one, I remind myself. She'll be gone before I've even noticed the years have passed. Jude. Gone. Buried beneath the strange mortal soil in which she came from. Gone and everything will be as though my mind was never plagued.
And yet even now after she's vanished, she remains remembered by the land. Her mark clinging onto the earth. The earth clinging onto her. Jude. As though she's supposed to be here.
But she's not.
It is unsettling, unnatural.
My skin itches whenever her & her twins’ blanket is a foot too close to ours, but she's not even here and I feel like I'm on fire. Invisible flame biting at my skin, engulfing my heart and shooting down to my gut. An appallingly disgusting sensation that cannot be properly explained to those unknowing of the feeling.
I fear I may lash out at any moment. A tamed animal resorting back to its feral ways, and she knows.
She knows; because she is the same. Nothing more than a dog trained to not bite the hand that feeds it. But every so often, something must give.
And something has.
Despite my, as of late highly frequent, delirious state there is no mistaking the gradual slip of her façade. Unbridle rage replacing usual strategic indifference. And though that rage is evidently directed at me, I would be unable to say I’m not intrigued. Intrigued by what she could possibly be mad about? Wondering of what sets her soul alight.
It is depraved, treacherous even, and I cannot contain this. I cannot shape this into a calculated void.
The blank papers sprawled before me on the desk seem to perfectly mirror my deteriorating mental state.
I am not sure if out of sheer anger or desperate yearning for relief, I feel I must write. Attempting to free my mind of every thought it holds.
I need it gone. All of it.
Could all be fixed if she was out of my sight?
I finish one page after another, only stopping when ink begins to leak uncontrolled from the battered end of the pen. I vacantly acknowledge the distant cramping of my fingers, slowly regaining focus.
Beyond some daze, I’m aware of what I've written. Aware of what I have wasted my parchment on.
Etched in ink that has smeared along the pages, onto my fingertips and the desk below me, is her. Jude. I can only stare at her name on the paper below me. Her odd, rounded name to match her odd, rounded ears. Jude.
In spite of my overly warm skin and unruly appearance, a strange serenity clouds my previous spiralling thoughts. Calm slips into the air around me.
But I don't welcome the feeling.
I don't wish to understand it. I don't wish to see it.
Before another thought can begin to plague me, I brush the stained bits of paper in to the first book I reach for – slamming it shut so hard a few stray pencils clatter to the ground, chasing a few stay pages of truth that avoided being encased inside the book. I’d have to remember to burn them later.
Only after a minute do I read the cover of the book beneath my hands. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass.
I almost laugh, as though some sick and twisted work of fate had given me the book itself, deciding to place it in my hands personally. The mortal book I got from my sister. The book my sister got from Judes sister.
I refuse to acknowledge it.
And yet, her name lingers on my fingertips as it lingers on the lands – even after she's gone.
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☾ there was definitely more than one jude note, our man was feral for her
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cruelprincae · 1 month ago
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A sequel to The Cruel Prince, directly with Cardan and Jude and Nicasia starring ??? And Cardan's pov ??? Jude and Cardan baby confirmed ??? Holly Black finally feeling confident enough to write an adult Cardan and handle his trauma AND give us a 400 page book fully on his own perspective with glances at his past ??? I'm deceased I'm on the floor, I'M DEAD -----
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rainbowsandwhumperflies · 9 months ago
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The Winged Servant - 7
cws: minor character death, panic attack, multiple whumpers, some comfort from whumper, let me know if I'm missing anything!
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I was outside.
Not outside outside. I was locked in the trunk of a van, because my wings hadn’t fit when I’d been put in the backseat. But it was still- I had left the house for the first time I could remember. And it had rained earlier, or I assumed so, because I could hear the wheels splashing in the mud and I could smell the earthy rain smell. Pet… Pet something. Peticore? That wasn’t right.
Regardless, I was grateful to be taken outside. I would've voiced my gratitude until my voice was scratchy if I hadn't been told to keep myself silent.
The princes, in the backseat of the van, kept whispering. They were quiet enough that I couldn't hear what they were saying, but occasionally I thought I heard my name. The princes discussed me frequently, but not usually… like this. Outside and on our way to god knew where—except, actually, they knew where.
The car rolled to a stop, and there was a lot more whispering, this time with plenty of voices I didn't recognize. There were more cars than the one that I’d been put in, I was almost sure, but no one had told me how many.
Eventually someone grabbed me and pulled me out of the car, onto the muddy ground.
Petrichor. That’s what it was. Petrichor, the smell of the wet earth after it’d rained. It’d been a while, but it smelled nice. I’d missed it.
"Focus, idiot," the Queen muttered in front of me, and I winced, nodding. Obviously I hadn't been brought here just to gawk; things needed to be done. "Do you see that doorway over there?" She gestured to an area behind me, and I blinked. I wasn't sure how I'd missed it before.
Two women stood in front of a stone arch—the entrance to something. A castle, maybe? There wasn't a door, but clearly whatever was inside was important. The women were guarding it. Swords and guns hung at their sides.
"I need you to go over there," Her Majesty continued, "and tell them that you're a scout from the angel negotiation team."
"The… what?"
"Angel negotiation team. You don't need to know what it is, so long as you can spit the words out at them. Say that you want to speak to King Kieran. Understand?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, but I thought this country didn’t have a king," I said, and she rolled her eyes.
"That doesn't matter, Onyx. You just have to memorize the words. Can you do that, or do I have to get someone else to do every little thing for you?"
"Angel negotiation team," I repeated, enunciating every syllable. "King Kieran. Yes, Your Majesty. I can do that." I had already been punished once tonight. I couldn’t take- I had to be able to do the rest of this right.
"Good." She pushed me away from the car, away from a tree that I hadn't noticed we were hiding behind, and into the eyesight of the guards.
"Hello?" one called, and I stumbled closer.
"Hello, Ma’am, I-" Was I supposed to give them my name? "I'm Onyx. I'm a, a scout for the… angel negotiation team?"
One of the guards had a long ponytail with purple tips. She looked pretty, and also she looked like she didn't believe me for a second. "Right. And why are you here in the middle of the night? By yourself?"
"I, um." The queen hadn't told me what to say if I was asked questions. "Can I speak with the king? King Kieran?"
Someone was behind her, someone that I could see but was out of the guards’ line of sight as long as no one turned around. It was a stranger, or- not quite a stranger, because they’d been there when I was being put in the van in the first place, but not someone I knew. The guard with purple hair stared at me, noticed my eyes fixed behind her, and started to turn around when-
The stranger ran a sword clean through the woman with purple hair. Her eyes widened for a moment before she fell to the ground.
I stood there, frozen, while the other guard tried to pull a weapon out. Her efforts didn’t matter. The stranger hit her on the back of the head with a sword, and she crumpled to the ground.
Prince Cardan seemed to materialize from nowhere, stepping out from behind something. He laughed, the sound echoing in the night, but the purple haired girl didn't stir at the noise.
I'd had wounds in my torso before. I'd bled a lot before, but I'd never had a blade go all the way through me.
The queen wouldn't use me as an accomplice to murder, would she? Without telling me what was going to happen?
(She would. She would, she'd do whatever she needed because she was more important than the rest of us and we all knew it, but she wouldn't really-)
A hand clapped me on the back, and only my training kept me from screaming. It was Cardan, just Prince Cardan, laughing and congratulating me on my part in the murder of this woman. Prince Cardan was happy, Prince Ryan was high fiving him—they were happy, right? This was a good thing, this was not immoral, even Her Majesty looked pleased with me.
(The guard would not look pleased with anyone, ever again.)
But it didn’t matter, did it? I would have died for Her Majesty, if she’d asked. I wouldn’t want to die, of course, but I would have, for any member of the royal family. And if the royal family was happy that this person was dead, then that was how it was supposed to be, and I should be happy about it too. Maybe she was a traitor. Maybe she was a murderer, or, or… something. Maybe she had done something to deserve this. And it didn’t matter even if she didn’t, because the royal family didn’t need excuses to justify carrying out their will.
“Onyx?”
Someone was saying my name. I should bow. I should respond and ask what I could do to help. I should- fuck. I couldn’t move. I had sat down on the floor, at some point, and I didn’t know when, and I needed to do my duties and I couldn’t move.
“C’mon, Onyx, you’re alright.” My elbows were grabbed, and I was pulled to my feet, and I tried to focus on the voice in front of me. “You’re fine.”
“I’m, I’m sorry, Your,” was that Prince Ryan?, “Your Highness.”
“Mhm. I know you can be… fragile, sometimes, but you need to get it together right now. Especially because the guns are going to be loud. We’re not using guns at the moment, because we don’t want them to know we’re here yet, but we’re going to, and they’re going to be loud, and you’re a good servant but you’re not exactly known for your quick and clever responses to things.”
“I’m sorry, I’m- my apologies, Your, Your-” I couldn’t focus and the words weren’t coming out the way I wanted them too and-
“Okay. See, this is what I mean. Breathe. Calm down. Just stay on your feet, okay? Stay on your feet, and stay behind me, and you’ll be okay. Can you do that?”
I nodded frantically, and Prince Ryan tilted my chin up to meet his eyes. He wasn’t shaking like I was, but his eyes were wider than normal, and I wondered if he was scared too.
“It’ll be better, once we’re done with this,” he said quietly, his voice slightly strained in a way I hadn’t heard before. “You’ll have a better room and an easier schedule and I’ll get Cardan something of his own so that you won’t have to deal with him anymore. But we’ve gotta get through tonight. Okay?”
Most of those words didn’t matter to me. All that could ever matter to me was finding where in the sentence the command was. Get through tonight. Get through tonight. “Yes, Your Highness.”
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