Ghost of a Prince
This is an entry for Tanthamore Week 2023 Day 2 - The Darkness Within. You can also read it on Ao3
Jade tried not to sigh as she watched the flickering torch in the dungeon, it looked the exact same for the past several hours. There wasn’t much to do here besides stare at the wall, especially not when Graydon was asleep.
Though, it was much worse when he was awake.
When he’d shout nonsense and try to mess with her head and seem to be doing his best to erase all her good memories of Graydon.
It didn’t help that only Boorman and her were guarding him. Willow and Elora were too busy looking into some sort of magical cure (Jade didn’t think one actually existed), and they worried that Kit and Airk shouldn’t be too close because of Bavmorda’s blood. And the whole thing with Kit when they captured him.
Jade wouldn’t forget Elora blasting Kit back as she tried to cut Graydon’s head off.
Once Graydon had been bound and gagged and everyone’s heartbeat was at a more normal rate, Willow had cleansed Kit from some sort of magic that Graydon had spoken into her.
Kit had described it later, when it was just the two of them at the campfire, like she had suddenly gotten so angry, filled with absolute hate, and she wanted to hurt Graydon, punish him, get rid of him. Jade had rubbed her back as she asked whether Elora and the rest would forgive her.
(there wasn’t a question that Jade had)
Jade had told her that it was magic that had propelled her and no one would hold it against her. In the morning, she watched as Elora and Kit broke away, stiff and not meeting anyone’s eyes and came back looking, well not at ease, they had Graydon in a cage, but looser. More natural.
Jade still didn’t understand how it worked. She wasn’t convinced Willow and Elora had a clue either. They’d put up wards around the cell to prevent him from using magic to attack or escape, and ordered Kit and Airk to stay away.
Jade just wished the wards could stop her from having to listen to the vitriol that Graydon yelled at her each day.
“Hello Jade.”
Jade feels a shiver travel down her spine. She doesn’t acknowledge him, not that it prevents anything. They both know there’s nothing else down here. Any other prisoners had long been moved to a different section.
“I was hoping it would be you today,” He continues, “Boorman gets so sad standing here, but you,” He makes a smacking sound with his lips, “So stoic! The perfect little knight.”
She’s certain that if he could reach her through the bars he’d try to stroke her face like a forgotten vagabond, but she keeps her back turned, and shoulders tight, staring at the torch ahead.
She’s only there to make sure he doesn’t try to escape. Or put some kind of curse on the castle. Which, Willow ensured she'd know if he tried it. It hadn’t been the reassurance her or Boorman wanted.
“How’s Kit doing?” Impossibly, her muscles tighten more.
Kit was his favorite topic to pester her with. About how she’d leave her behind when she found a princess she liked or that her duties will take her away where she can’t follow. That she’ll make her choose between Scorpia and Tir Asleen. All stuff that he knew, intimately, because they’d discussed it leaving the Nelwyn village, on the way to Skellin, walking across the Shattered Sea.
Kit and her had talked about it when Boorman was on duty. When the only light was the moon, and they laid next to each other as they made assurances that even if duty became too much, they would find their way back to each other. No matter how long it took.
It still didn’t make it easy to hear over and over again.
“When I take over, she will be mine.”
A shiver rolls down Jade’s spine. This is new.
Graydon continues on, “She already should be. But at least now I can enjoy the pursuit. I hear it’s very fun, especially when your target is stubborn.” His voice is twisted up, and Jade feels her hand clench around her sword.
“She’ll love it and me.” He cackles, “She’ll be glad to get rid of you. She’ll probably beg me to kill you,” he pauses, “Isn’t that right?”
“Oh yes.”
That voice. That’s Kit’s voice. Jade wheels around and stares. Impossibly, Kit is standing next to Graydon in the cell. Except it can’t be.
No one’s passed in the hours that she’s stood here and she knows for a fact Kit is in a council meeting this morning. Kit even looks different, wearing ugly, dark leather with one side of her head shaved.
She throws an arm around Graydon and smiles at him. A smile Jade has only seen directed at her.
Jade feels her jaw drop.
“What in the-”
“He’s wonderful, isn’t he?” Fake Kit says and strokes his face. Graydon grins at her and puts an arm on her back.
“Thank you darling.”
Jade feels like she’s going to be sick.
“Stop this.” Jade spits out. Her spine is tingling with tension and her head is spinning.
“I’m not doing anything.” Graydon raises both hands up only impeded by Kit grabbing one of them, “Your princess is here with me.”
“No,” Jade shakes her head, “She’s not.”
She closes her eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath, trying to ignore the rapid beating of her heart. “This isn’t real. This isn’t real.” She mutters.
“Oh Jade,” Kit saunters forward. “This is real.”
Jade takes an unconscious step towards the door.
“It’s real and I chose him.” Kit snarls at the gate, “And you’ll be left alone. Friendless. Abandoned. Just like how you came to Tir Asleen. And us,” She lets out a mocking laugh, “We’ll be destroying everything you ever cared about.”
“Shut up!” Jade yells.
Graydon smiles at her and joins Kit beside the door. He looks at Kit, “I can’t wait for you to be my wife.”
Jade lets out a guttural scream.
The cell door opens easily and Jade storms towards Graydon, and he backs away with a grin, “You-”
She shuts him up with a punch to his face.
Kit disappears, but Jade barely notices as Graydon stumbles back, “SHUT UP!” She yells, her vision is blurred and her heart pounding.
“You have no command over me! You’re nothing but a guard dog that’s run out of leash.” He yells. “I am the FUTURE EMPE-”
She punches him again and sees red, “What part of SHUT UP ARE YOU NOT UNDERSTANDING!”
He can’t talk as she delivers blow after blow to his head. His nose is crooked and bleeding as he sags against the ground as her fists rock against his skull.
It feels good.
After a week of his constant badgering about herself, Kit, and Scorpia, she relishes being able to deliver with her fists what he was with his mouth. He’d even taunt her about Sorsha and the kingdom just to needle her. She didn’t even like Sorsha, but hearing his mutterings about his plans for her always made Jade a little sick.
She’s suddenly yanked away from his body and unsuccessfully lunges forward to keep punching his stupid, smug face. He’s grinning, even as the blood streams down his face from his nose and eyebrows.
“Jade! JADE!” Kit’s voice arrests her for a moment, and this, this is the real Kit, no ugly leather or shaved head. She pulls her back with Boorman and Jade lets herself be taken away past a horrified Elora.
Graydon starts laughing and laughing, unimaginable in his condition and Jade feels another whirl in her chest and tries to lunge back at him, only to be carried out of the cell.
“Let me at him!” She screams.
They’re halfway up the stairs when Kit grabs her face with her hands, “Jade, listen to me. I’m here. You’re safe. It’s okay.”
Jade stops screaming.
Her head pounds and her vision swims as she’s brought up the stairs, the motion making her feel like she’s going to be sick. In one moment, she’s in Boorman’s arms and the next Willow is standing beside her while Kit and him are talking in lowered voices.
She’s in Kit’s quarters, she realizes, laying on the weird chaise that they only use for, uh, certain activities. Kit gives her a worried stare and Jade rubs at the pain pounding her skull.
A glowing crystal fills her vision. Willow waves it around her head and starts chanting. Slowly, the pain in her head begins to recede and her vision sharpens while a weight she didn’t know was there on her chest recedes.
Willow lowers the crystal, “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” Jade mumbles, her throat scratchy.
Willow stares at her for a moment, “It appears that his magic has been dripping into you for some time. Our wards didn’t contain it.”
“Like with me?” Kit asked.
“Yes,” He says gravely.
“But why now? She’s been guarding him for weeks.”
Willow frowns, “Our wards might have slowed it down.”
“But shouldn’t she have then attacked earlier?”
“His magic was directed at you.”
“What abou-”
“Kit,” Jade says tiredly, “We’ll figure it out.”
Kit nods, but looks unsatisfied.
“Rest,” Willow nods at her, “I need to see to Boorman.”
“There’s one more thing,” Jade said as she tries to make sense, “He conjured an image of Kit.” At their startled faces she continues rapidly, “I knew it wasn’t here, she looked different, but it was an apparition that talked and moved.”
Willow nods and leaves.
The door snaps shut behind him, and the room fills with the sound of the crackling fire.
“He,” Jade mutters, “He wanted me to. He was grinning and laughing.” A shiver runs down her spine. “Why?”
“I don’t know.” Kit says, “Willow and Elora have no idea either. I’ve asked Airk but it just freaks him out.”
“Is he going to be okay?” Jade doesn’t want to ask, not when Graydon has been turned into that, but she needs to know if there’s still the chance she’ll see the man who would play his flute for them all around the fire.
“Yes.” Kit says shortly.
Jade nods, scared to ask anything else.
“It’s okay.” Kit says. “You were under the influence of magic.”
Jade grits her teeth, “I wanted it. It felt good and powerful, and after all the shit he’s been saying. I needed it.” Jade barely speaks over the fire.
Kit doesn’t say anything for a while. “I know.”
She takes a rag to Jade’s bloody knuckles. It stings as she cleans them, and Jade grits her teeth to keep from flinching. It should hurt. What she did, she wanted it. It wasn’t as simple as having magic leaching into her head.
“But I wanted it.” Jade says again. “I’ve wanted to punch him forever.”
“Forever?”
“Since I learned that you were engaged to him.” Jade confesses. “Well, his brother first, but the whole royal family in Galladorn.” And her mom. Sometimes Airk when he insisted it wouldn’t be that bad and that Kit could handle herself.
Kit freezes and Jade continues on, “When you danced with him, when his terrible father volunteered him on the quest. I wanted to throw him off the battlements and be done with him. Erase his name from your memory.”
Kit lunges forward and kisses her. Jade lets out an oomph in surprise as she’s forced back against the chaise and she grabs Kit’s waist to keep her from falling. Kit presses hard into her, and a knot in Jade’s chest loosened.
“I wanted you to do those things,” Kit says, “I wanted you to embarrass him and take me. I wanted you to proclaim I was yours and duel anyone who said otherwise.” She breathes out and Jade feels heat coil in her core, “Back then you just seemed sad and resigned.”
“I was in agony,” Jade says, “But so were you, I didn’t want to make it worse.” And I was planning on leaving and couldn’t tell you, Jade thinks. Because I couldn’t handle having to watch it.
“Punching him might have,” Kit giggles, a sound so foreign that Jade almost drops Kit off her lap. “But telling me that you hated him? It’s hot.” Her eyes light up, “Maybe that’s it! You and I both hated Gray in the past and that’s why Boorman is less affected. And it took longer for you, because I hated him for a long time and you probably only did until you realized he didn’t want me either.”
Kit pushes herself off, “We have to tell Willow and Elora.”
“Right now?” Jade’s head swims from the change in tone.
Kit looks at her and gives a predatory grin, “No, we don’t need to go right away.”
A/N: Kit and Jade definitely talk more about Jade losing control and how that felt for the two of them but Kit finds jealousy ~distracting~
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