All crowny updos, braids and horns have to be comfortable to wear for Jude, cause, you know. Spying and fighting things. Also they look fabulous!

Favourite moment of the day is when she can pull out the pins and any ornaments or accessories she has in her hair. 

She siiiiiighs when her hair is falling down, swirling and curling at ends

She just sits there, in front of her vanity, gently unraveling her locks, humming a sweet tune, with her eyes closed

Cardan silently watches her from the threshold, admiring her regal beauty highlighted by the moonlight

He sneaks behind her and inhales her scent. He puts his hands on her shoulders, massaging them and then, when she leans back to him, he takes Jude’s hairbrush. 

Cardan runs it through her hair with such gentleness, the movement more like a caress. The King stares in awe, as the light bends and plays with reflections on her silky tresses. 

“Jude” he murmurs, taking her hair from long neck, and nuzzles, until his nose is under her jawline, more visible because of slightly gritted teeth, inhaling deeply. He lets out a quiet purr, and finally kisses her neck, nibbling gently on her soft skin.