#tris x prince kaye

[streets-in-paradise]

Anonymous Hero - Hector of Troy x (Fem)Warrior!Reader (requested)

Troy (2004) Oneshot 

Requested by @g-m-kaye​ 

“ (...) If you’re still taking fic requests for TROY (?) I’d be super duper excited if you’d write an AU fic for Hector x reader character where Hector, instead of being married to Andromache, falls for a slender Trojan warrior who has his back in the first melee… but unexpectedly turns out to be a woman when Hector demands the warrior remove his helmet & reveal “his” identity 👀 (I’ve always loved the “girl masquerading as boy” trope - ever since Shakespeare!) … and pls do make it as steamy as you like!! Lol (...)” 

Hope you will like this, darling! I loved writing it. 

Word Count 2.5 K 

Warnings: Hector going through a Li Shang bi panic, Single Hector AU ( sorry, Andromache. You are great, but we love your man). Very few proofreading ( it’s almost 3 AM and i’m tired, but wanted to get it posted)

Summary: In the heat of battle during the arrival of the greeks Hector ends up  greatly impressed by the courageous response of a singular soldier, but this stranger refuses to claim ríghts on the feat. Feeling even more intrigued about him afterwards, the prince is determined to find him in full unawareness of how the peculiar fighter has quite a few more surprises to give.  

Tags: @mysticaldeanvoidhorse @helie-brain @rfkfan​

The sound of the bell brought the expected news nobody wanted to hear. Greek veils in the horizon, a thousand ships about to reach trojan shore, giving the impression that Agamemnon had emptied the continent to avenge the insulted honor of his brother. As the city observed the spectacle with horror, heralds were calling all the available men to fight in what would be the first defense in a crushing war. The disastrous numerical difference forced desperate measures and the army commanded by Prince Hector needed to engross its lines somehow. For so, many soldiers who weren’t in optimal conditions were needed: young lads stepping into combat too soon and old men following the example of Glaucus. 

Fillment additions, men that were there for numbers but weren’t warriors in the heroic sense of the term. They had very little possibilities of success against the myrmidons, fearless and bloodthirst beasts that were presenting a hard challenge to the Apollonian Guard even before the landing of Ajax. If some of the best in Troy were suffering because of them, arming that sacrificial reserve sounded like pointless cruelty. Those men were doomed to be nothing more than fresh meat to engross the downs of Achilles and Ajax, easily removable obstacles slowing down their encounter with more qualified enemies. No one would have expected much of them, at least until one proved the assumptions of the strategists to be completely wrong. 

After Achilles performed miracles throwing a spear that killed Tecton from an impossible distance, doing so with a cocky bragger naturality, the elite warriors were completely discouraged. Even Hector experienced true horror for the first time in many years, sensibly affected by the death of the friend who had always got his back in the battlefield. Despite the myrmidons being implicitly warned to leave him for their leader, many tried to take that contextual advantage doing their shots in trying to take down the prince. Clearly, not everyone was willing to listen after being exhorted to fight through a hubris induced speech about reaching immortal glory. 

In that spirit-wrecking point of the battle, with a temple destroyed and priests slaughtered by an enemy that knew no limits, the disorganized crowd of elite warriors fleeing left a chance for the relegated men of Troy to shine. A small, slender soldier that could have made Ajax laugh if he would have faced him courageously assumed the role of Tecton protecting the prince in the chaos. Hector was equally moved and amazed by the man fighting beside him. He looked weaker than his brother, probably a young lad from that desperate aid reserve, yet he was fighting with the push of a man twice his size. He followed all the way through the carnage inside the temple and would have gone to the end of the line accompanying him to the encounter of Achilles, if Hector himself wouldn’t have commanded otherwise. The sacrificial devotion of that soldier felt personal beyond any measures, it left a mark on his memory that eclipsed the shocking first impression Achilles wanted to feel being causing him. 

Although relegated due to his fragile appearance, that nameless young man fought with the kind of honor the famous greek warlord lacked and Hector was finding a strange sense of hope in that. He also couldn’t help admiring some of his gracious movements at times, wondering if he could perhaps have been a disguise of the god defending his altar. That would have at least explained the most incredible aspect of the situation: his unexplainable attraction towards him. 

No details of the episode were referenced in the war council that night. Archeptolemus, his political rival in religious circles, would have used it against him and the prince was already very much irritated by his misuse of religion to discredit him. If the soft looking soldier was Apollo fighting beside him or just a regular mortal he had just fallen for, he would have to figure it out by himself. The hopeful reminder of him helped the prince tolerate the newest terrible choice of his brother. Although Paris promised an easy resolution meant to take place the next morning, he was walking to his death and he wasn’t ready to let him die. Unlike his mysterious new favorite, the youngest prince didn’t possess any dormant courage to be released in a critical situation. 

Paris needed to meet that man, either to exhort miraculous bravery in him or to make him desist from that purpose. It was the excuse that Hector invented to himself in his mildly desperate search for him. 

“ Troy is worth fighting for because even the simplest of our men can make a difference. “ He was saying to his men in formation during the motivational speech that morning.” Agamemnon brought to us a parade of famous heroes without any inside cohesion. He expects us to tremble upon him because his battalions are all commanded by one of those, but yesterday we learned a valuable lesson. Their army is weak where ours is stronger. They are glory seekers harangued by leaders who think like arrogant children, we are men fighting for our country. We don’t rely on the fame of our heroes, but in the strength of our hearts!”  

Ovations cutted him off for an instant, but he waited enough to continue and evaluated the reaction. 

“ Yesterday we lost a hero, a man I loved like a brother, but that loss didn’t paralyzed us.Someone else made his way reclaiming his spot beside me. Not a fighter in a chariot, not an apollonian, but a simple man. He performed heroic acts worthy of being sung, but disappeared without claiming any authorship for his feat. While greeks are too preoccupied with making history to care about each other, even the smallest trojan is already a hero.” 

Hector roamed the extension of the front lines on his horse,visually searching for the reaction revealing the man in question.  

“ We have humble anonymous heroes that double theirs in courage and worth, and I now command this man to show himself and reclaim the honors he deserves.” 

A tense silence followed the end of his speech, soldiers looking at their sides full with confusion searching for the one refusing such a high reward. 

“ It is an order.” Hector finally reminded them. “ In the name of the loyalty he displayed, I demand him to give one step ahead.” 

Suddenly, a slender figure emerged from the crowd and the prince got off his horse as he approached. His evident satisfaction made Paris hold a chuckle, especially because he noticed how his brother observed him. 

“ I want the army to be a witness of my gratitude. “ Hector explained to him once he was finally standing in front of him. Only a shorter distance separated them. “ In a battle won by men desperate for recognition, you saved my life asking nothing in return. You have won my admiration and sincere affection; Troy must remember your name.” 

The multitude started cheering until the honored fighter removed his helmet, surrendering himself to the pressure about knowing his identity. A sepulchral silence followed his movements, confusion spreading even further than before and the youngest prince was the only smiling face easy to spot. 

Hector discovered a beautiful woman staring back at him and never before he had found anyone so desirable.His lips slightly parted despite him trying to pretend he wasn’t observing her in complete awe. 

“ Do with me what you judge properly, my lord.” She fearlessly exclaimed. “ I surrender myself to you for disciplinary action.” 

He recognized her, a young maiden from a remarkable family of trojan aristocrats. Firstborn daughter and her only brother was fifteen years old. The boy was named Ilus, at least he remembered that, but he couldn’t remember much of her and it frustrated him. 

" I must assume you are here as a replacement for Ilus Peiroide. " He asked her in an affirmation. " A young boy, too young. His frame provided an easy hideout for you. " 

" He is my brother. " The lady replicated. " Is the king of Mycenae the only one who can fight for his brother? I would rather bring dishonor to my family than burying Ilus. " 

Her words resonated deeply with him. Not only his fondness of her kept increasing, Hector simply couldn't blame her. However, he had to act as a leader. 

" At least allow her to plead her case, i like her." Paris commented, doing his brother the favor of saying what he couldn't. " This is my war, one that is being fought over a woman I brought here. Wouldn't it be a blatant hypocrisy if we don't let  this girl speak?"

She smiled at him, only deviating her attention from Hector for a brief instant, to what Paris replied with a friendly wink. 

" You don't have much time, the greeks will arrive soon..." Hector pointed out. " Your brave acts are not being questioned, but you must make yourself accountable for your transgression. Not to me, but to our countrymen." 

The intense eye contact going on between them was loaded with a tension that didn't resemble a grudge of any kind.  

" Look at them and tell them why you did this. " 

" I listened to your speeches and felt the call deep inside, in my heart. " She provocatively replied, admitting reasons beyond the initial sympathetic motive palatable to their societal perceptions. " My prince, you harangue the men speaking about freedom, but the rules of war don't threaten theirs as heavily as they menace ours. Are we all going to pretend we don't know what happened to Princess Briseis just because the King can't stand the shame? A woman doesn't simply disappear or dies in war, she is taken by the winner. Women don't get the privilege of dying, we are the ones who will be reduced to slavery if the city falls. If Helen came here searching for her freedom to love... Why can't I defend my own freedom, and all my countrywomen? " 

Even the ones who had reason to present objections couldn't argue with that, the presence of Helen was a disruptive element for trojan society. Her existence there had proven to challenge the traditional conceptions for quite a few established institutions, marriage being the main in the list but not the only one.   

" If this ends in battle, you have one more chance to prove your value to the city. Only one, and i am granting it to you in honor of the great service you performed for me yesterday." Hector warned her. " Consider my debt paid with this indulgence. " 

She smiled and that time it was for him. Hector had to pretend coldness, but he would have done anything to see that again. 

" I will not disappoint you, my prince. If you pick me, I will follow you to the gates of Tartarus. " 

His pulse accelerated hearing that, making him feel the improper effect that the woman had on him.

The promise turned out to be true, since another opportunity for fighting presented itself and she did something impressive. Trojans weren't as surprised as the greeks were when Hector slaughtered Menelaus to save Paris from that hopeless combat, unleashing a new battle through the breaking of the pact. To them it was clear that the story of the shieldmaiden who defied the concept of honor replacing her younger brother to save him must had inspired the heir prince. Curiously but not casually, a great victory was obtained and both performed the highlights of it. Barely after Hector triumphed in his solitary combat against Ajax, the lady forced the definitive retreat of the greeks for the day by attacking the mycenaeans. 

Her spear throw killed the charioteer of Agamemnon. Not satisfied with that, she wounded him with the sword as he was attempting to control the horses. Nothing severe, the blade barely caressed his arm, but it reminded the power delirious king that he was a mortal and in that opportunity she did reclaimed the feat knowing it would increase his humiliation.  

The very same men who were judging her in silence that morning celebrated her alongside Hector in the afternoon. She was invited to the palace, where King Priam allowed her to be acknowledged through his son's choice of allowing her involvement. She promised him to help in the case of her niece, if she could be allowed after the immense offense she gave to the supreme greek king. Helen herself praised her bravery, granting hers and Paris' support altogether. 

It was like a dream, a very vivid dream where she was getting noticed being who she wanted to be. Even Hector, the man she had hopelessly loved in silence for many years, was looking at her in a different way. 

Among the ladies of trojan high society she never felt particularly special and nothing made her feel that way. Despite being daughter of one of the local nobles in his own city, Hector barely noticed her. She used to be one of the many silly girls looking at him with pointless adoration at some special social event while his eyes followed only the frame of Princess Andromache of Thebe. A woman who represented everything she wasn't, a perfectly adjusted lady any man would want for a wife.

The order of the world was turned upside down, Hector couldn't take his eyes of her. Even without the disguise he still seemed to admire her and she felt it hitting way deeper than what the moral undertones of his speech implied. 

" If I have been an inspiration for you, let me say I can finally repay you." He shamelessly admitted her as soon as they were left alone. " You inspired me today, sometimes you need strength to leave your honor behind for love." 

" Is that an invitation?" She teased him. " Don't keep me waiting, I'm not a child anymore."

Hector sipped some wine without breaking eye contact through the action, then left the cup to subtly lay a hand on her cheek.

" Then you must be aware of how you are making me feel." 

She lifted her head just a bit, showing how delighted with his touch she was. 

" How can I doubt it when you are looking at me like this?" She purred with want. " I fully meant what I told you this morning. Pick me, I could be yours if you want me. "

Infatuated as he was, he could have proposed ríght there after that suggestive comeback, but he límited himself to kissing her hoping that could help him slow down. 

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

Romance Tropes Tag Game

tagged by: jumping on @jezifster 's open tag

tagging: I don't have the spoons to find people who are cool with being tagged that I don't tag every time rn, so open tag for all! (plz tag me I wanna see your tropes)

rules: pick out the romance tropes found in your story, or for a specific ship in your story

Ya'll already know I'm doing Raven and Sapphire for this one, but I don't want to leave out my other characters, so we're doing all of them! Also this made me realize how many of the relationships I write use a lot of similar tropes, and what tropes I tend to avoid in romance (which isn't a bad thing, I just feel kinda called out 😅)

Raven and Princess Sapphire

(pink = Sapphire only, blue = Raven only)

height difference | mutual pining | first kiss | first love | wedding | in-jokes | lgbt+ | family disapproves | friend disapproves | would die for each other | fake relationship | arranged wedding | cuddlers | pda friendly | and they were roommates | holding hands | secret relationship | opposing worldviews | opposing personalities | opposing goals | getting a pet | have a kid in an au | want kids | grow old together | previous relationship failures | rests head on shoulder | share a bed | token dummies | relationship doubts | they have a song | first date | share a jacket | sharing a blanket | mutual interests | study buddies | bathing together | crash-into hello | accidental nudity | laundry | same hobbies | cooking for each other | big fancy gala | sibling rivalry | hair stroking | dancing | laying in the grass | watching stars together | watching the other sleep | shared values | friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | lovers to enemies | childhood friends | slow burn | love triangle | toxic relationship | sitting on each other’s laps | can’t be together | hugs | forehead touches | neck kisses | car/motorbike horse rides | compliments | nicknames | falling asleep together | late night talks | gifts

Tris and Prince Kaye

height difference | mutual pining | first kiss | first love | wedding | in-jokes | lgbt+ | family disapproves | friend disapproves | would die for each other | fake relationship | arranged wedding | cuddlers | pda friendly | and they were roommates | holding hands | secret relationship | opposing worldviews | opposing personalities | opposing goals | getting a pet | have a kid in an au | want kids | grow old together | previous relationship failures | rests head on shoulder | share a bed | token dummies | relationship doubts | they have a song | first date | share a jacket | sharing a blanket | mutual interests | study buddies | bathing together | crash-into hello | accidental nudity | laundry | same hobbies | cooking for each other | big fancy gala | sibling rivalry | hair stroking | dancing | laying in the grass | watching stars together | watching the other sleep | shared values | friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | lovers to enemies | childhood friends | slow burn | love triangle | toxic relationship | sitting on each other’s laps | can’t be together | hugs | forehead touches | neck kisses | car/motorbike rides | compliments | nicknames | falling asleep together | late night talks | gifts

Captain Cassandra and Erica

height difference | mutual pining | first kiss | first love | wedding | in-jokes | lgbt+ | family disapproves | friend disapproves | would die for each other | fake relationship | arranged wedding | cuddlers | pda friendly | and they were roommates | holding hands | secret relationship | opposing worldviews | opposing personalities | opposing goals | getting a pet | have a kid in an au | want kids | grow old together | previous relationship failures | rests head on shoulder | share a bed | token dummies | relationship doubts | they have a song | first date | share a jacket | sharing a blanket | mutual interests | study buddies | bathing together | crash-into hello | accidental nudity | laundry | same hobbies | cooking for each other | big fancy gala | sibling rivalry | hair stroking | dancing | laying in the grass | watching stars together | watching the other sleep | shared values | friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | lovers to enemies | childhood friends | slow burn | love triangle | toxic relationship | sitting on each other’s laps | can’t be together | hugs | forehead touches | neck kisses | car/motorbike rides | compliments | nicknames | falling asleep together | late night talks | gifts

Max and Prince Monty

height difference | mutual pining | first kiss | first love | wedding | in-jokes | lgbt+ | family disapproves | friend disapproves | would die for each other | fake relationship | arranged wedding | cuddlers | pda friendly | and they were roommates | holding hands | secret relationship | opposing worldviews | opposing personalities | opposing goals | getting a pet | have a kid in an au | want kids | grow old together | previous relationship failures | rests head on shoulder | share a bed | token dummies | relationship doubts | they have a song | first date | share a jacket | sharing a blanket | mutual interests | study buddies | bathing together | crash-into hello | accidental nudity | laundry | same hobbies | cooking for each other | big fancy gala | sibling rivalry | hair stroking | dancing | laying in the grass | watching stars together | watching the other sleep | shared values | friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | lovers to enemies | childhood friends | slow burn | love triangle | toxic relationship | sitting on each other’s laps | can’t be together | hugs | forehead touches | neck kisses | car/motorbike rides | compliments | nicknames | falling asleep together | late night talks | gifts

Elliot and Princess Hestia

height difference | mutual pining | first kiss | first love | wedding | in-jokes | lgbt+ | family disapproves | friend disapproves | would die for each other | fake relationship | arranged wedding | cuddlers | pda friendly | and they were roommates | holding hands | secret relationship | opposing worldviews | opposing personalities | opposing goals | getting a pet | have a kid in an au | want kids | grow old together | previous relationship failures | rests head on shoulder | share a bed | token dummies | relationship doubts | they have a song | first date | share a jacket | sharing a blanket | mutual interests | study buddies | bathing together | crash-into hello | accidental nudity | laundry | same hobbies | cooking for each other | big fancy gala | sibling rivalry | hair stroking | dancing | laying in the grass | watching stars together | watching the other sleep | shared values | friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | lovers to enemies | childhood friends | slow burn | love triangle | toxic relationship | sitting on each other’s laps | can’t be together | hugs | forehead touches | neck kisses | car/motorbike rides | compliments | nicknames | falling asleep together | late night talks | gifts

[dracosaurusrex]

Muse (Draco x Reader)

Summary: Draco Malfoy may be perceived as a heavily flawed  being within the eyes of others, however underneath them lies a boy  who’s perfectly capable of loving.

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Sexual themes, pero lyke not too smutty lol

A/N: I forgot what I wanted to say. Nvm.  I’ve been feeling suppressed and quite...stuck with my writing  abilities. Here’s a lil ‘detox’ fic if you will. It’s not perfect, but  it’s just something to reset my juices. I hope you enjoy! :D

Sounds  of precise scribbles could be heard as Y/N filled her little book with  sketch lines. She had an observant mind, paying great attention to the  smallest of details. Her senses were her friends, and they aided her as  she created sculptures of the world around her--that's what she usually  specialized in. However, what was depicted on her sketchbook  in that  particular moment was nothing of that nature. No. As her lines became  more defined, the drawing on the page drew close resemblance to the  figure of her Slytherin prince.

Descriptions such as foul,  loathsome, rude, and arrogant were accurate depictions of the boy, but  there was beauty within him all the same. When class was in session, you  witnessed how vile he can be. However, when you found yourself wrapped  in his warm embrace, when his signature scowl was absent from his face,  you took in the sight with much gratefulness. He didn’t deny that side  of him to you. In fact, he reserved it just for you, and because of  that, Draco Malfoy was your muse.

Recollections of sensations  that characterized your relationship embedded themselves within the  surface of your pages. As the sketch begins to develop itself, the  imagery of your love vividly infiltrates your mind.

Sight.

It  was when morning light had shone through water, through his window, and  onto his face that you observed him with much scrutiny. His closed  eyelids, his slightly parted lips, the way his fringe brushed his  forehead--you took everything in. The way his breaths were soft and  gentle, the way his chest lifted and lowered itself, the way his hand  was lazily slung over your waist--you took everything in. It was in  these whispers of moments that you took in all that he was--everything  that was inherently Draco--and fell in love all over again.

Smell

His  scents felt like home. There have been countless moments when you  rummaged through his closet, snagging some of his sweaters, so that when  you were alone you wouldn’t feel as though you were. You’d even  purposefully spray his cologne on the shirts he gave you, so that his  scent would be preserved. After quidditch practice, you didn’t even mind  if he was sweaty. The boyish scent that filled your senses upon every  embrace comforted you regardless of how dirty or pungent he thought he  was. Furthermore, the look of disapproval as he tried to push you away  always faded when you forced him into your embrace. In those moments,  his heart palpitated as his nose pressed against your hair, taking in  your own scent. Just like you, to him your scents felt like home.

Taste

Every  kiss with Draco always felt better than the last. It wouldn’t matter  where you were--a corridor, the common room, courtyard, your dorm,  anywhere--every single one was laced with desire and longing. They would  start off with a slight brush of the lips, blooming into a melting pot  of passion, love, smiles, and adoration. A quick pinch or tickle from  him would cause your mouth to open, prompting his tongue to swirl in as  you produced sweet melodic sounds of laughter. Tongues would battle, but  in such a satisfying and harmonious way. They seemed to convey  different messages at different times of the day, but one thing remained  the same--he was sweet.

Touch

It was when the  darkness of the night enveloped you both that you felt the intimacy of  his love. The feeling of his lips greeting yours induced flips in your  heart before they spread all over your body. You could recall their  softness in the way they fit the crevices of your collarbones, the way  they brushed over the valley in between your breasts, on them, and over  the expanse of your stomach, before trailing ever so teasingly along  your hips. You could recall the way his hands rubbed and squeezed your  naked sides before gripping them firmly as he entered you. His fingers  would then trail up your arms wounding up clasped within your grasp.  The warmth that emanated from his lips, from his palms, from his  fingertips, from his hips--they all whispered “I love you”; and with  your body pressed against his own, you made it known that you love him  too.

Sound

His voice was melodic. It typically took  on a silvery tone when in conversation, embraced a velvety complex at  night, and an oddly hoarse, low, and gruff character in the morning. The  words that would be cruel when directed towards others, embodied a  gentle and caressing nature when with you. Actually, that was dependent  on the situation. Nevertheless, in all instances, they were him. It was  his voice--Draco’s voice. The one that bestowed your ears with much  comfort, much peace, much love. The one that caressed and secured you in  times of doubt. The one that turned you one with the slightest, most  subtle alterations. Just like all else, it was home.

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The  feeling of clay scrunching underneath your fingernails represented the  concentration you dedicated in formulating the features of your  boyfriend’s face. Sounds of your soft breaths could be heard as your  work grew more characteristic of him over time. As you paid close  attention to his carving out his details, a small creaking of the door  into the Room of Requirement could be heard from a distance behind you.  You knew these steps. Even their sounds had ingrained themselves in your  mind. A soft smile graces your lips. Within a moment, you’re confronted  by the sight of long arms as it circles around your waist. A deep  exhale of air was felt traveling along your back while a familiar pair  of lips pressed itself on the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of  soft kisses along its expanse.

“Hello, my darling.” His voice was low and velvety this time.

“Hello, love.” You reply softly.

“That’s  a handsome sculpture you got going on there.” Draco presses his nose to  your hair; his eyes marvel at the sight of your work.

“Really? I  wonder who it could be.” He releases a laugh before turning you around  to face him. He took in all of your glory. Your hands were interlaced  with clay pieces, white stains covered your shirt, your pants, as well  as your nose and cheeks. Your hair was tied up in a low, messy bun, but  still had managed to compliment your graceful facial futures. It didn’t  matter if you were overly dressed, under dressed, or not dressed at  all--you were beautiful.

“Come here.” He whispers. He reaches  to cup your cheeks before bringing his lips down on yours. They were  always as they were, but even better. The feeling of his lips never  failed to throw your mind in a spiral. They were soft, and petal-like,  yet they held so much expression, ramping up your heart rate, and  inducing a flush on your cheeks. You both break away panting.

You  gaze at the boy in front of you as he presses his forehead against  yours. He was flawed in many ways, but handled your heart so carefully,  so well as though it was glass. Within his brash exterior was a boy  worth loving. The boy you loved so dearly.

As Draco regains his composure, he looks deep into your eyes.

“I love you.”

A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you have a wonderful day, you beautiful beautiful  people! <3

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@beiahadid @rottenhexrt @ccabian @hahee154hq @ceeellewrites @xoxohollands @fadesbrina @karamelssunflowers @mushi98 @kaye-lantern

[faerytalesfromtheabyss]

Hi!, for the 'Give me a fandom' ask, The Cruel Prince! :)

OMG! Thank you for the ask!

Favorite Male Character: Cardan. He’s honestly such an interesting character. It’s always so much fun re-reading TCP and trying to figure out what he’s thinking.

Favorite Female Character: Jude. She’s so vicious. I love her! It’s so refreshing reading about a female character like her. Jude and Cardan are honestly two of my favorite charters ever. 

Least Favorite Character: Balekin. Locke and Taryn are at least interesting characters. Balekin is actually the worst. I'm so happy Jude killed him.

Favorite Ship: Kaye and Roiben! I’ve shipped them since I first read “Tithe” back when I was 13. With Jurdan, I both really like Cardan and Jude. But I’m not always sure how much I like them together. The nice thing about their relationship is that it’s always developing. I really hope the power dynamics in their relationship even out in QON. The Bomb x The Roach are also adorable! Vivi and Heather were super cute until we learned that Vivi does not understand how poorly mortals are treated by faeries--even though she has two mortal sisters.

Favorite Friendship: Cardan and the Roach. I wish we got to see more of them hanging out and the Roach teaching Cardan sleight of hand tricks.

Favorite Quote: “What could I become if I stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything? If I stopped trying to belong? Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear.” 

Worst Character Death (if any): The Red Coronation was brutal, but there haven’t been any character deaths that I’ve been torn up about. The betrayals are what kill me in these books.

This made me so happy you have no idea Moment: This question is so hard! I’ve literally been thinking about it for an hour. I’m going to go with Jude and Cardan’s first kiss, knife and all. Jude’s so crazy. Love that girl! But I also really like the moments that show that Cardan really cares for Jude like finding her under the tables at the Red Coronation even though it was a dangerous situation for him or when he bargained for her release from Under Sea.

Saddest Moment: When Jude was forced to kiss Balekin. That moment makes me so sad and so angry. The part where Jude tries to rationalize it too herself by saying that Balekin looks like Cardan killed me inside. 

Favorite Location: Target... just kidding! Probably the High King’s (and Queen’s) bedroom. It’s really beautifully described. Why doesn’t my bedroom look like that?