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tfotababe · 2 years

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IT'S HAPPENING!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! eVeRy oNe StAy CaLm??

POST TQN || Set 9 years after TQN (Jude and Cardan should be around 27/28 and 28/29 respectively) (From what I got, the things that happened in TWK and TQN were 2 years long? The story started with Jude being 17 so if it was 2 years then she'd be 19 by the end of TQN. Cardan is supposed to be a year and a half older so he should be around 20 yrs old.)

Description: This is me saying sorry for this fanfic ;) Synopsis: Jude Duarte thinks she is poisoned. She feels sick? It must be the poison. She eats more? It must be because the poison made her weak. She missed her period? Yeah, must have been the poison. Was she poisoned? You guessed it! No! Word count: 1, 172

Currently, the High King of Elfhame is showing his generosity. Honeysuckle wine is being unsparingly distributed through the revel. The floral-honey smell of the wine was pleasant that said, the Queen found the aroma too sweet for her liking. From afar Jude Duarte sees her husband talking to Lord Roiben of the Court of Termites. Their expressions leaving no hint of the matter they are talking about. "Sir Fand." She calls to the blue skinned pixie. "Yes, my Queen?" The pixie answered, not a second wasted. "Check on the girl who tasted my wine. If she's unharmed, inspect my glass. Do your best not to disturb the revel." The female knight immediately left to do as she is told. Suspicion plagued Jude's mind. Fae are still trying their luck at killing her. Going at her neck when they can. The High Queen starts to feel nauseated. She put her elbow onto the handrest of the throne, resting her head on her palms she closed her eyes. Jude Duarte dislikes feeling weak in any way. She especially detests it when she does not know why she feels like such. Why did she even stop mithridatism? If she hadn't, she would feel normal now. Notice nothing of the poison. Good as new. As comfortable as an infant in a cot. "Jude? Are you alright? You don't look well." She heard a voice say from behind the throne. She does not recognize it but assumes it is Liliver. "I am well. It just seems to me that the revel is a bit... Spirited." The Queen remarked, keeping her eyes closed, brows furrowing. The creatures in the festivity became too talkative for the Queens approval. She'd like to make merry some more, with the ache of her body and the noisiness however, she found it hard to do. Letting their subjects see their Queen sitting down on the throne with a scowl would ruin the entertainment they are having. Though it might as well be an excuse the Queen tells herself, to avoid disclosing the fact that she finds warming the throne tiring. "I'm heading to our chambers." She stood up, almost falling from the sudden movement. Reflexes acting fast, she catches herself by leaning onto a firm object behind her. "Let me offer some help, Your Majesty." The current Grand General, Grima Mog, supports her Queen by her arms. Thank you. Even after many years spent in Elfhame, the Queen can't seem to let go of the mortal habit she had picked up. Luckily, she felt too sick to even move her mouth more than a small crack. Only managing a nod in reply to the redcap. How surprising... Cardan hasn't noticed..? ~~~~~

"I hope you don't mind my dishonoring the title of High Queen." Jude says as she gets helped onto the mattress. "I do not min-" "It wouldn't please me for word to reach the ears of the Fae." She says now looking in the eyes of the green skinned Folk in front of her. It isn't that the Queen does not trust her General. It is only that in the world of Faeries, such words are more powerful than any intimidation. It reminds her of that phrase she saw on Heather's shirt once... 'Sorry not sorry' was it? Grima Mog shows a teethy grin to the mortal she serves. Jude Duarte smiles at the redcap who aids her. "Do call Tatterfell for me." "Yes my Queen." The General bows to Jude before heading out. Jude relaxes into the cushions, laying down and closing her eyes again. She tries to recall what made her tired -- She hadn't done much today -- She woke up, got ready, ate, attended a few meetings, prepared for the revel, ate, drank wine, and now she's back in their chambers. She was only seventeen hours through her day... But then again she hasn't been able to get an adequate amount of sleep for the last couple of days. Did I ingest the poison a few days ago? She thinks. I did miss my period... But that might be caused by my meager amount of slumber. "Lassie. What do you think you're doing, being in such a scandalous position?" Jude opens her eyes, immediately seeing the elder imp. Her debt to Madoc had ended yet she stays with Jude. It makes the High Queen smile. But then she notices the position she is in; legs wide open, golden skirt gathered on her thighs, arms splayed. Suddenly, she feels not so great of a Queen. Warmth rushing to her cheeks she stands up, slowly making her way to the vanity.

Tatterfell brushes the Queen's hair, removing the horns, and brushing her cascading, currently, very curly hair.

"Would you like to bathe?" The imp makes eye contact with Jude through the mirror. Jude nods. Tatterfell frowns. "You should've said so earlier then. You might be the High Queen but you have to learn to consider the work other have to do." The imp walks over to the door calling for somebody to prepare the bath for the Queen, quickly. Jude chuckles. The Fae had become closer to her than she had expected. She presumes maybe the imp also started to feel attached to her, being more talkative and all.

When Tatterfell comes back she helps the Queen out her golden dress. Feeling the roughness of the imps hand became a very familiar sensation for Jude. Almost as familiar as Cardan's.

Cardan... Has Cardan not noticed my withdrawing from the revel? It displeased her to think such thoughts. Why? Why has he not noticed? Has being married for so long caused him to tire of her? Had she kissed him too many times?

...Wow... The High Queen of Elfhame saw her naked form on the mirror. She shone like a star, literally. Her skin glowed and even now as she felt tired, her eyes gleamed. She felt beautiful, looked beautiful. "Your Majesty, the bath is ready." An attendant announced from behind the door. Tatterfell and Jude headed to the bath. When she sunk into the pleasantly temperate water she instantly felt her limbs relax. Being in the same position she once was as Madoc's mortal bastard, she felt nostalgic. "You smell different, child." Had Tatterfell not commented such, maybe now the Queen would be crying from sentimentality. "How so?" Jude asked the imp, holding her legs closer to her chest. She felt sudden shyness washing over her. Was she foul-smelling? She bathed pretty often though... "Oh, don't act like that." Tatterfell removed her hands from the Queen's hair. "You smell very much of life was what I supposed." The imp continued applying fragrant oils to her hair. Relief glided through Jude's body. ... Huh? "Life? What do you mean?" She turns back to face the imp. Confusion evident in her features. "I meant what I said. Think of it as you will." Subsequently, the Queen does just that. Pondering about what smelling of life implies for the last few minutes she spends in the bath.

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tfotababe · 2 years

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Sulking Cardan + Busy Jude = ???

POST TQN || Word count: 655

Last night the High King and Queen had a really cute moment.

They were having the conversations they needed.

Being all sweet and stuff.

So, Cardan, obviously, he expected to wake up with Jude giving him kisses or Jude smiling up at him while they cuddled.

You know? A fluffy morning for a fluffy night.

But when he woke up, his queen wasn't there anymore.

Sure, she was just at the table.

Sure, the table was just a few meters away.

Sure, he didn't even need to lift his head from their pillows to see her.

BUT WHY WAS SHE NOT BESIDE HIM???

Why was she doing those --- those political whatchamacallits, first thing in the morning instead of big spoonin-- SNUGGLING. Snuggling with him???

He was just thinking but he was still stuttering cuz it was just THAT absurd.

"Cardan, why do you look at me as though I'm committing treason?"

He scoffed at her.

SHE DIDN'T EVEN LOOK AT HIM! SHE WAS RIGHT! TREASON! IT WAS TREASON. (he won't be punishing her though)

He turned away from her.

"We have a revel to attend. It would do us good to start getting ready. Now."

He turned to face her again.

Still pouting and frowning at her though.

But then their eyes met.

She wore the same expression as she had last night.

The King thinks he fell in love again.

"Together?"

He wanted to say so many things but it was the only thought that verbalized itself.

He sat himself up, feet on the floor, hands on the bed beside his thighs.

"Bathing, getting clothed, face and hair. We could do it by ourselves, without Tatterfell, if you want. We could do all of it together." She smiled at him.

He didn't know when she got so close to him.

Next thing he knows he had his hands on her waist, while she cupped and planted kisses everywhere on his face.

Kissing him then pausing to look at him in the eyes then kissing him again.

Cardan wasn't used to this kind of Jude.

Still, he won't complain.

"Good morning, you boneheaded asshat." ah... The King's Jude is back.

Cardan smiled.

The High queen called for the bath to be prepared.

While waiting... Let's just say the High King and Queen's eyes landed on each other and they ended up in a position where the High Queen is propped up on the table, the High King's waist between her legs, hand on his shoulders and another around his neck. Both eating at each others lips.

The servant informs them that their bath is ready

and because the Queen can lie, she tells herself that it's fine.

The High King? Yeah, he's trying his best not to banish that servant.

As the High Queen washed her Kings hair, she couldn't help but look at his eyes. Eyes she'd never forget even after her mortal life ends.

As the High King helped his Queen into her dress, he couldn't help but smile at how lethal she looked. So lethal he could look at her a thousand times and he'd fall just as many times if not more.

As Jude applied gold powder on her husbands cheekbones and as Cardan fixed his wife's hair, they couldn't stop thinking about how much their relationship changed.

As the spy and the cruel prince put crowns on each others heads, they couldn't help but say words they never thought they'd direct at each other. I love you.

Now words they can't go a day without telling each other.

They headed to the revel with hands intertwined.

Their names were announced, the doors were opened, and their people showed respect.

As my Queen deserves. Cardan looks over to his wife.

The High Queen of Elfhame smiles

She felt respected. Appreciated. Loved.

His morning didn't turn out the way he had expected.

Still.

The High King of Elfhame couldn't be happier.

Or Maybe he could be...

Maybe if a mini them appears.

#holly black #the queen of nothing #post-tqn #cardan greenbriar #jude duarte #judecardan #jurdan fanfic #jurdan supremacy #the folk of the air #headcanon

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