#surpise!! i have writting for the people!!

[bahrtofane]

Jude but as a medieval prince who in a campaign to control more lands in his fathers name, meets you. 

You are the youngest daughter to a lord in the countryside, with more land then you can keep track of. Your father does not want to fight, so he chooses to join ranks with the new kingdom. 

Your brother, and heir to all you know, is not happy.

“He is being spineless.” he sighs at dinner. 

Your other siblings only shake their heads at him. There are 10 of you in total. And your brother who takes the head of the table in your fathers absence has always been the most mouthy. 

“If you want to fight, you do so on your own terms. We seek not to take arms against a self proclaimed king.” Your eldest sister replies to him, firm. Ever since your mother passed all those years ago she has taken her spot the best she can. 

If your brother fights he does so alone. None of you want bloodshed. The king seems to be of favorable word and bargains. You don't know what to make of it yet. 

You meet Jude the very next morning. Standing in council and addressing the whole family. He speaks firm and clear. The clinking of his chainmail armor distracts you. 

He goes through the terms and after a bit of negotiation your father signs a paper and that's that. 

He comes to learn your name when you are put in charge of getting him sorted for the night. Appointing him servants to tend to him and telling him to let you know if you need anything else. 

You'd make the perfect princes he thinks. 

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Jude stays for one more night. Recovering from a few injuries he sustained on the way and enjoying a hot meal and clean water while he can. 

Your family is kind, he wont forget this. 

He sees you in the gardens and decides to make conversation. Proper one. One that ends with his lips pressed onto yours while you smile.

“You're not half bad for a prince.” Your hands rest on his shoulders.

He shrugs, “not half bad for a lady.” 

You smile. “When you finish your campaign you must return. I'll be waiting. “

He snorts, kissing the corners of your mouth.

Neither of you know just yet but he will return, and you will make a fine princess. Later queen.