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On a side note it kind of kills me giving Aelin red hair rather than her natural blonde but I am a stickler for the details!

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All Human, Dark AU (Part 2). You don’t name your livestock; they’re easier to kill that way. Cardan has a job, getting information out of young college student, Jude. But getting information means getting close but how close can he get if at any given moment, he can be given the order to kill her?

Trigger Warnings: Crude language, Drugs, Sex, Murder/Talks of murder, Sexual/Physical Assault.

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Cardan’s POV

I run a background check on Jude Duarte. Madoc has ghosted me for the past few days, and trailing some college student isn’t really the highlight of my life right now. I’m running on coffee and blow and if I don’t get at least some semblance of peace, I might actually go into cardiac arrest. How the fuck am I supposed to slide into her life organically and learn her life story from her mouth? Why the fuck am I even trying to learn about her life story?

Father is someplace swindling some new girl to be his wife for the next few months and the only sibling I don’t particularly hate is throwing a party on Eldred’s property on the other side of the lake. I know I should probably be perched on a tree watching Jude sleep or paint her toenails or something but I need a fucking break. There’s only so much asinine things I can take for a week. I’ve learned about three things since the night of the party. Jude is an average college kid, her friends are awful and Madoc’s a goddamned joke of a partner. Of course, none of this shit is any help to me.

The party is blacklight themed and my white shirt is the only thing that really glows. A girl offers to paint between the lines of the ink running up my arms and dipping on to my chest and while I rather skull fuck her pretty pink lips instead, I find myself completely ignoring her, walking towards where what’s left of the living room is.

I’m partially surprised to see that mouth-breather, Locke, with his nose running along the swell of some girl’s tits. I should have gone back that night to choke him out, but I ended up staying with Jude – unbeknownst her, of course. After dropping her off a block away from her house, because she grew a few braincells and decided not completely trust a strange man with a gun, I followed by foot to her three story showpiece, watched her punch in her security code and then actually did sit perched on a tree like a fucking vampire.

Got a cute show of her shimmying out of her second skin-like leggings and then falling face first into a plush mattress, her pert ass in the air clad in only skimpy lace panties that barely cover. Halfway through the night, she woke to toss off the white shirt then unhook her bra and maybe that was enough for me to stay longer than necessary instead of finding that bitch boy to finish him out.

God, I’m a pervert.

I find Dain and watch him snort the coke off his wrist. When there’s nothing but a coat of dust left, he licks the residue off and lets out a loud hoot, “Grade A,” he tells me, like he didn’t say the exact same thing a few moments earlier when he had snorted from the same dime bag, only then it had been a couple of lines on the inside of his wife’s thighs. He tosses me the blow and I figure I’m at my limit for the night, so I pocket it.

He grabs the girl who’s straddling Locke, tugging her off of him. The Manic Panic blue in her hair glows under the black light, along with the pink and green paint on her skin. She looks familiar and it takes me a moment to realize she had been one of the girls who had arrived to the party with Jude the other night. My heartrate quickens when I think of Jude being with her, here of all places. I take a breath because I know Jude is at home, where I left her.

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CEO AU (Part 5), personal assistant wants to get a little more personal. An opportunity arises when a deal starts to go south.

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Part 2 here

Part 3 here

Part 4 here

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“This is a cute place for a business meeting,” I say, mostly to piss him off. His fingers on my shoulders tighten just the slightest and I don’t have to turn around to know there’s a scowl on his pretty face.

“Jude, I swear to all Hell,” his nose brushes down my ears and his lips skim across my neck. I feel his smile on my skin when he lets his tongue flick against my erratic pulse. I shiver and my hand goes to his stomach, grasping tightly to the fabric of his shirt. I gasp when he takes a nip at my skin, my knees starting to buckle but the hand around my waist keeps me upright. He might have taken it further, might not have cared that we are literally stood outside of a restaurant, might have even dragged me to an ally, and fuck, I would have let him if it wasn’t for someone clearing their throat.

Cardan kisses the spot he’s nipped before pulling away from me. There’s a lazy smile on his face that’s kind of dopey. I’ve never seen him smile like that and despite my heated cheeks, I smile right back. My boss is sexy, sure, mean and commanding, definitely overbearing in presence, but cute? I never thought of Cardan Greenbriar, CEO of Greenbriar industries, as cute. Until just now.

His hand curves to the small of my back and leads me to where a waitress is staring open mouthed at us, reddened cheeks to rival mine. “Table for two,” Cardan says smoothly. She blinks a few times, looking from me to Cardan then to the menus in her hands.

Finally she clears her throat and nods, “Um, yes, sorry, Please follow me.”

I take in the diner, surprised at how cozy it feels. A fireplace surrounded by sofas take over the area near the entrance and on the opposite side are more intimate seating arrangements with dim mood lighting and small tea light candles in skinny mason jars at the center of every table. The brick walls and warm colors make me feel kind of happy and content. Or it could be the post orgasmic high I’m still strung up on.

She manages to lead us to a table towards the back, and waits as Cardan pulls out a seat for me before handing us the menus. Cardan sits across from me and it floors me for a moment. I have no idea how to act. I open my mouth to instinctively talk about work. He quirks an eyebrow and I immediately clamp my mouth shut.

“Tell me something I don’t know about you.” I frown because he was psycho enough to do a complete background check on me before I got the job. He knows everything about me. Probably more than I know about myself. I didn’t even know I was adopted until he mentioned it in a meeting once. I scowl at the memory and glare at him now.

“You know everything,” I say, deflated. I perk up a little, “You even know that we need the elevators fixed, but what you don’t know is that the tenth floor bathroom has a flickering light and the toilet in the third stall -”

Cardan leans forward, “Jude. I don’t care about that. I don’t care about anything in the company right now. It’s just me and you, right now, Jude.”

“But -”

His hand finds my knee under the table and my body jolts upon contact. His thumb rubs lazy circles against my skin and I shudder. He leans forward and I inch closer to hear him more properly. “You want to sit here and pretend this is a business meeting? Fine.” His grip on my skin feels tighter. “Let’s talk shop, then. Tell me about our numbers, tell me about our new campaign and Orlagh’s new deal, tell me the office gossip, if you want. Van and Liliver? Your sister and my head of HR? How about your CEO wanting to fuck his personal assistant?” I gasp because his hand slides further up my leg, skimming just under the hem of my skirt.

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Broken Wings

Chapter 13

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Summary: Years before the story Paint My Heart, Feyre Archeron is trapped in a relationship with her boyfriend, Tamlin, a man who believes her art is a waste. Barely holding onto the shreds of her dreams, she ventures to Azriel Spera’s art studio to begin classes. There, she will find the opportunity of a lifetime and someone she just can’t seem to forget–a man with midnight-black hair and violet eyes who seems determined to drag her out of the darkness she’s lived in for the past year. And when she finally emerges from those shadows, Feyre begins to question everything she knows. But will she find happiness, or will she be in more danger than ever?

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Sorry that this update took a while! I’m really excited for the next one because there are two huge scenes that I’ve been wanting to write for a long time! Hope you all enjoy!

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Feyre woke to a warm body pressed flush against her back, legs entwined with hers. Her brows furrowed as the previous night came back to her, small fragments of unsteady breaths and inches upon inches of skin–of touches and kisses that should have meant nothing yet awakened something within her. 

Feyre rolled over to see Tarquin’s face, still asleep. White hair laid across his handsome features, mussed from when she ran her hands through it. His full lips were parted slightly. 

She could not deny how attractive he was–any girl would fall for him. But now that she looked at him again, now that his hands were not on her body… It was as if her senses cleared. 

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All Human, Dark AU (Part 1). You don’t name your livestock; they’re easier to kill that way. Cardan has a job, getting information out of young college student, Jude. But getting information means getting close but how close can he get if at any given moment, he can be given the order to kill her?

Trigger Warnings: Crude language, Drugs, Sex, Murder/Talks of murder, Sexual/Physical Assault.

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Cardan’s POV

It’s cold outside, but it doesn’t bother me as much as it should. I’m more annoyed about the fact that I’m on babysitting duty. Standing in the dark like some perv stalker was never my forte, but I might be on probation for setting off a bomb or two at my maybe brother’s estate. With all the dick wetting my father’s been doing since before condoms were invented, I wouldn’t be surprised if I had a whole country of half siblings I’m unaware of. Balekin, my maybe brother, was not necessarily the target of the explosion, but I probably shouldn’t have assumed he wasn’t in the house with his wife.

Although I was hoping he was.

He’s managed to escape, almost too smoothly, but his wife never made it. With how things went that night, she was supposed to be dead before the explosion. The detonation was only to ensure there were no body, no traceable evidence and no witnesses.

I roll my eyes, more annoyed at the thought of Balekin. That spineless piece of shit is still in the hospital, being treated for burns and maybe a broken bone or two.

A few weeks later, Madoc assigns me to this job. Of course, I can veto anything I want, because whatever I don’t take, Madoc takes instead. He didn’t give me that choice this time. He said that was all we had planned and he knows how much I hate doing absolutely nothing. As much as I hate watching people from afar. My go to methods are usually straight to the point, torture, murder that whole thing. Madoc’s more for the marinating and spooking before pulling out the big guns.

I like to pretend we’re partners but the truth is, Madoc calls the shots most of the time. I just like seeing things go up in flames. There’s always a war between gangs and bikers and politicians and Hell, even neighbors, and the two of us are the last resort so to speak. When there’s no going back and there’s nothing left to do, it’s either one of us that gets called in. We’re the end game, and more so dangerous because we have no ties. Our loyalty lies with the most money offered on a first come first served bases.

Usually I ask for the most basic of information on any given target, but Madoc doesn’t give me anything. When he says shit like, “I’m not trying to punish you,” I know damn well that he is, in fact, trying to punish me.

“I don’t want her killed.”

“Then what do you want?”

“Just watch her tonight and report back.”

“Why?”

“I’ll explain later, I have to go.”

My hood is up, now and I blend easily into the shadows, leaning against a big oak tree that sort of marks the perimeter of this house’s backyard and the lake that separates these little rich kids and the less fortunate a boat ride away. Very West Egg/ East Egg of Elfhame. Most of the party is being held outside, though I’ve seen people head back to the house, probably to fuck or shoot up their crack without prying eyes. The music is muffled, some kids are snorting blow, some are shot gunning beer, a joint is being passed, someone jumps into the pool, a couple fights and finally. She walks in.

In a firm fitting set of leggings and a white shirt tied in the front, showing off her mid section, she’s questionably dressed down. Three gold necklaces dangle off her neck, the longest one settling by her belly button and the shortest looking like a golden collar. Her hair is swept up in a knot atop her head, golden earrings dangle from her ears and her lips are a dark red that has my dick twitching. Of course I’d be the one imagining her lips wrapped around my cock, knowing full well that Madoc doesn’t want her dead tonight but he’ll eventually give me the okay to slit her throat soon.

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Staying Afloat - Chapter 10

Hi everyone!! I’m sorry it took me so long to update!! Work was just crazy, and then I went on holidays in France to see my family, it was my first trip home in two years so I was very busy hahaha anyway, here’s chapter 10, I hope you’ll like it!

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It had been thirty minutes since Rhysand Morgan had come into the living room, and Feyre had no idea how she hadn’t imploded yet. He’d kept it breezy when he’d seen her, and the only real exchange they’d had had been when he’d hugged her quickly on what was supposed to look like their first encounter. She could still feel the warmth of his breath against her ear when he’d whispered ‘don’t tell them anything until we’ve talked privately.’

So here she was, making small talk with the drug dealer who had helped her boyfriend cover up a murder only a few weeks before, hoping that the rest of the people present would just disappear and leave them alone. It was probably going to happen soon, seeing as Azriel was half asleep on his chair, and Nesta and Cassian were growing more handsy with every passing moment. She felt like her dress was too tight, crushing her lungs and impeding her from thinking straight about what was happening. What was he doing here? How was he Cassian and Azriel’s brother, when one of them was an assistant district attorney? How didn’t they know about his illegal activities? Or did they know, and let him go free anyway? What was he hiding from her? And them? She had to -

“Feyre?” her sister asked as she was getting up, “I was just suggesting we all go to bed, are you coming?”

“What? Yes, yes of course.”

“I need to go anyway,” Rhys said as he got up and went to hug her sister. “Nesta, I’m glad I got to meet you tonight. Congratulations on the wedding.” He let go of her and gave Feyre the quickest of looks.

“Thank you. Can I get you back to the front gate?”

“Oh it’s okay, I can go with him,” Feyre cut in.

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Broken Wings

Chapter 8

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Summary: Years before the story Paint My Heart, Feyre Archeron is trapped in a relationship with her boyfriend, Tamlin, a man who believes her art is a waste. Barely holding onto the shreds of her dreams, she ventures to Azriel Spera’s art studio to begin classes. There, she will find the opportunity of a lifetime and someone she just can’t seem to forget–a man with midnight-black hair and violet eyes who seems determined to drag her out of the darkness she’s lived in for the past year. And when she finally emerges from those shadows, Feyre begins to question everything she knows. But will she find happiness, or will she be in more danger than ever?

Warnings: GRAPHIC DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, SEXUAL ASSAULT DESCRIPTION

A/N: Hey, guys! Sorry, I’ve been having a lot of technical difficulties. I had to combine a bunch of the paragraphs, which in my opinion takes away from the quality and impact of the chapter, but it’s the only way I could get this goddamned thing to post (it’s really, really long). Hope you guys enjoy! Save a bucket for your tears! Also, I decided to not stick with the implied plot in Paint My Heart, so there are a few continuity issues. 

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Rhys carried Feyre across the threshold of his home and into his bedroom. He set her down on the black silk sheets, careful not to disturb her as he pulled them over her frail body. 

He watched her chest rise and fall steadily, as if worried that it might suddenly still. He traced the sharp contours of her face with his eyes, reigning in the urge to follow those beautiful lines with the tip of his finger. A small lock of golden-brown hair had fallen into her face. Rhys brushed it away, tucking it behind her ear. 

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Staying Afloat - chapter 9

I don’t have much to say about this chapter except… I can’t wait for you guys to read it!

As always in this fic, trigger warnings apply for this work, about domestic abuse and mention of domestic abuse.

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Feyre kept sleeping better and better over the next two weeks. She still dreamt of dead eyes and crowns of crimson, she still barely ate, but she managed to catch more than an hour of sleep everyday, and to keep most of her food down. Tamlin seemed happier too, he started kissing her again and he started going downstairs at night to ask her to come to bed with him. Some nights, she did. Most nights, she still needed the living room, she still needed to be close to where everything had happened. And she still needed the text messages. Rhysand had come to their house three or four times since the day he’d given her his number, and she had been afraid it would be strange seeing him again after their midnight talks. But it was easy. For all that he was serious and doing his job, he was still the same person she had discovered in the texts. The same funny, charming, interesting person who told her about art exhibits and listened to her rant about her job. After his meetings with Tamlin were over, they had talked more about how she felt about Sandy and he’d given her updates on the investigation - not much going on since he had erased all evidence. Tamlin had seen them talking by the front door, but she’d kept their talks short enough to contain his jealousy to a minimum. And, as much as she wanted to hide the late night conversations, she saw no problem with her and Rhys exchanging a few words when Tamlin was around, so she didn’t try to conceal anything.

It had been a month since Sandy’s death. And tomorrow, Nesta was getting married. She had organized a hair appointment for Feyre and Elain at 2:30, a makeup appointment at 3, and then the wedding was at 4 in the afternoon.

Feyre was giving her dress a final check before going to bed when Tamlin came in the bedroom. He stood beside her and encircled her in his arms, starting to kiss her neck.

“This dress is gorgeous, Doll. Is it for a special occasion?”

She turned to him. “Are you joking?”

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The President’s Daughter: Chapter Six

Synopsis: Desperately in love with his young charge, twenty six year old Rowan Whitethorn knows there are boundaries he can’t cross. But when danger looms and an attack drives first daughter Aelin Galathynius into hiding, Rowan will have to put his will to the test as boundaries blur and Aelin pushes him to his limits.

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Broken Wings

Chapter 7

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Summary: Years before the story Paint My Heart, Feyre Archeron is trapped in a relationship with her boyfriend, Tamlin, a man who believes her art is a waste. Barely holding onto the shreds of her dreams, she ventures to Azriel Spera’s art studio to begin classes. There, she will find the opportunity of a lifetime and someone she just can’t seem to forget–a man with midnight-black hair and violet eyes who seems determined to drag her out of the darkness she’s lived in for the past year. And when she finally emerges from those shadows, Feyre begins to question everything she knows. But will she find happiness, or will she be in more danger than ever?

Warnings: Cursing, descriptions of panic attacks and domestic violence

A/N: Hey, guys! France was awesome, and I’m recovering from my surgery! Everything went super smoothly. Thanks for all the love and support :)

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The wedding was in one week.

Feyre found herself unable to breathe at the thought, at the days flicking by. She wished she could grab them and slap those traitorous hours back on the calendar–that she could do anything to keep from having to put on the frilly, poofy white dress Ianthe had selected for her. 

She hadn’t heard from Nesta or Elain since that horrible day the middle Archeron had proudly presented Grayson’s ring on her finger. Elain was still pissed, Feyre was sure. And Nesta… Mother knew what Nesta had been getting up to. But Azriel and his art studio had been a constant safe haven for Feyre, both of them preparing for the opening night of the local gallery. Azriel would be displaying a few paintings, but Feyre’s piece had impressed the owners so much, they decided to give it a featured spot. Azriel had given her the spectacular news this morning when she arrived at his studio. 

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Staying Afloat - chapter 8

After more than a month without updates (I’m sorry about that except my original is going really well so I’m not really sorry), here is chapter 8! I hope you guys enjoy it :) 

As always in this fic, trigger warnings apply for this work, about domestic abuse and mention of domestic abuse.

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Rhysand came to the house a week later, accompanied by a man that Feyre didn’t care to acknowledge for more than a second. She was sitting in the living room when they came in, Rhysand in his usual leather jacket and jeans, the man in a plain suit behind him. Tamlin came to greet them, and she heard him call the man “Mr Hybern,” but she couldn’t have cared less if he was actually the CEO of Hybern Inc., she didn’t get up from her armchair.

Tamlin and the man went to Tamlin’s office, and Rhys stood by the front door, right in the corner of her vision. He stayed there for a few minutes, but then he came inside.

“Hey, Darling.”

“Hi.”

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Broken Wings

Chapter 6

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Summary: Years before the story Paint My Heart, Feyre Archeron is trapped in a relationship with her boyfriend, Tamlin, a man who believes her art is a waste. Barely holding onto the shreds of her dreams, she ventures to Azriel Spera’s art studio to begin classes. There, she will find the opportunity of a lifetime and someone she just can’t seem to forget–a man with midnight-black hair and violet eyes who seems determined to drag her out of the darkness she’s lived in for the past year. And when she finally emerges from those shadows, Feyre begins to question everything she knows. But will she find happiness, or will she be in more danger than ever?

Warnings: Some description of domestic violence, cursing 

A/N: Hey, guys! Sorry it’s been so long, but France is absolutely amazing (and time consuming)! I only have a few days left here, and then I’m headed back to the US for a surgery and the school year. I’ll be updating quite a bit while I recover from my surgery (don’t worry, it’s nothing major), and I’m so excited for you all to see where this story is gonna go! Thanks for the love and support. I was going through a really rough time, and you all helped me through it. Love you guys <3

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Feyre stayed with Rhys for four days. She found herself able to breathe again, like the weights on her shoulders and wrists and ankles had finally been lifted. She found herself able to live. 

Feyre had slept more than twenty hours after drifting off in Rhys’s arms. She’d woken to the sweet smell of pancakes, eggs, and bacon, venturing out to find Rhys wearing a “Kiss the Cook Please He’s Desperate” apron. He’d smiled that smile and handed her a plate stacked sky-high with delicious food. 

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Jude’s Missing Finger as a Symbol and Foreshadowing of her Marriage

Before the events of The Cruel Prince, Jude lost the top digit of the ring finger on her left hand to a goblin guard who hated humans. It was a violent action that was supposed to tell her that she was not part of Faerie and never would be. I was one of the most traumatic events in Jude’s life (and our favorite heroine has been through a lot!). It was one of the seeds of mistrust and fear that was planted in her heart at an early age.

The cause behind the missing finger is vital to Jude’s character, including her traits of fear and mistrust. But the missing finger also functions as a symbol and foreshadowing for her marriage. In many cultures, this is the finger where the wedding ring is placed. 

As of right now, Jude is very much in a partial marriage with Cardan. In other words, an unequal marriage. She is only married to him in name. No one else, besides Vivi, knows about the marriage, and now Jude is banished. Even as queen, Cardan once again holds all the power—both in their relationship and in the kingdom.

Granted, I found it odd that the missing digit was not mentioned in the wedding scene. And Cardan chooses to kiss the scar on Jude’s hand rather than her missing finger. (Though, I wouldn’t be be surprised if Cardan kissing Jude’s missing finger would be a traumatizing experience, considering how she lost it. However, Cardan doesn’t know how she lost her finger.) Maybe by kissing the scar, he’s trying to say, “I’m not like my bother. I wouldn’t ask you to hurt yourself to show loyalty to me.” (But he did banish her, so who knows.)

Complete speculation: I’m wondering if Jude’s marriage to Cardan could eventually be healing. As queen, she would, hypothetically, have a place in Faerie. And if my prediction that the main reason Cardan banished her was so that she would win her own crown from Grimsen and have power in her own right (not derived from Cardan), she would have her own place in Faerie derived from her own power. Anyways, Jude and Cardan still have a long way to go if their relationship is ever going to work!

Jude will always have carry the reminder the how some faeries despise humans. That some faeries will never see her as enough. But perhaps she can grow past that.

I feel like there are other interpretations I’m not seeing. Feel free to comment with your interpretations and theories!

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Spoilers for the released QoN excerpt.

Jude is going to steal Madoc’s red cap, isn’t she?

Like, there’s literally no other reason for her to go on about stealing Grima Mog’s cap in Chapter 2 and how important that cap is to a redcap, unless it’s foreshadowing. 

Back in The Wicked King chapter 1, Jude goes on and on about how faerie marriage and specifically royal marriage works, in the context of Mother Marrow’s sneak engagement attempt. So of course at the end of the book, when Jude and Cardan get married, we already know how that works because it’s been set up from the start. Not the most subtle foreshadowing tbh, but whatevs.

Holly tends to reuse certain structural and narrative tools (I’m looking at you, Mr. Everything Goes to SHIT at the ¾ Point), so it stands to reason she’s pulling the same stunt here. 

Madoc better start guarding his hat.

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So, I was thinking about Cardan’s backstory as per the Queen of Nothing prologue, because let’s face it, which of us isn’t, and I had some thoughts. You see, to me, the combination of all the quotes seems like a rebirth prophesy.

We start out with the quote, “Prince Cardan will be your last born child…He will be the destruction of the crown and the ruination of the throne.” (The Queen of Nothing, Prologue,  via NOVL.)  So, we know that Cardan will definitely destroy the crown. It could be through literal transformation, such as in @faerytalesfromtheabyss theory, or not, but that’s not really the point right now. We know that he will destroy the throne.

We also know that a new ruler – a good ruler – can only rise once his blood is spilled. “Only out of his spilled blood can a great ruler rise, but not before what I have told you has come to pass.” (The Queen of Nothing, prologue,  via NOVL.) However,  what if the new,  great ruler is still Cardan, just changed by what happened?

When we initially meet Cardan, we see his cruelty through his interactions with Jude. This prologue gives us some insight into why he is this way, along with this prologue, but initially we only see him as cruel.

Then, he receives the throne, but it is Jude ruling through him. Cardan doesn’t want the throne,  though he doesn’t hate it (as per his words to Jude), but he isn’t truly the one ruling.  He also doesn’t act in a way that is appropriate for a King, remaining a bad ruler despite Jude’s influence. 

It is during this time that Baphen points out to Jude Cardan’s influence on Faerie. He says, “When he becomes drunk, his subjects become tipsy without knowing why. When his blood falls, things grow. Why, High Queen Man called Insmire, Insmoor, and Insweal from the sea. All the isles of Elfhame, formed in a single hour.” (The Wicked King, Chapter 7, Kindle Version.)

We also see direct evidence of things growing when he is shot, resulting in white flowers growing. If this is the case, then could the spilling of his blood not result in him growing, too? The spilling of his blood resulting in the transformation of both himself and Faerie? To me,  it seems like the quotes, taken together,  might be indicating something like this.

Anyhow,  just some random thoughts ^^

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