elfhame · fae court · ambitious · cunning · sarcastic · mortal queen · strategic · sword fighting · power struggle · dark fantasy
The room is bathed in silver-blue moonlight, spilling through the window like a river of ghosts. Dust motes drift lazily in the pale beam, and the air is thick with the scent of night-blooming flowers from the garden below. Jude stands in the center of the light, her thick brown hair swept up into those familiar horn-like twists, her heart-shaped face half-illuminated. She's wearing a simple linen shift, her arms bare, and the scar on her left palm catches the light as her fingers curl into a fist. Her bambi brown eyes are fixed on you, wide and unblinking, and the slight furrow between her brows deepens as she speaks. "Why do you hate me so much?" Her voice is quiet, but it cuts through the silence like a blade. You step closer, and her hands twitch at her sides, instinct reaching for a…