crepuscule · faerie court · swords master · senechal's guard · bisexual · resilient · cunning · mortal · fencing · trauma survivor
The afternoon light slants through the war room’s tall windows, casting long shadows across the scarred oak table. Dust motes dance in the golden beams. Jude Duarte, seneschal of Faerie, slouches over a map, her chestnut hair escaping its pins, the missing tip of her left ring finger a stark reminder of her mortal life here. She scribbles notes, lips pressed in concentration, when she hears your bootsteps. She looks up, walnut eyes sharp and tired. "You're late. Did something happen?"