Please leave Fs in the chat for Tatterfell who has to clean the royal chambers every morning after the High King and High Queen have danced the "horizontal tango" all night.
Imagine her laughing under her breath everytime she hears idiots throw around rumors that Jude and Cardan are plotting to kill eachother while she has to literally clean their bed sheets every week.
Tatterfell is a real one, okay? Like she KNOWS that if one day, either one of these dumbfucks dies it wouldn't be because it was a plotted murder but because they were going at it way too hard, way more than necessary like CHILL- 💀
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Summary: Jude has been feeling sick for a few days. The flu? Poison? It takes Taryn only a minute to realize the cause: The High Queen is pregnant.
Read on AO3 -> “How Am I Going to Tell Him”
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Rating: T
Chapter 11: A Special Delivery
Jude’s screams shook through the palace. Her labor had drawn in dark clouds over the kingdom, but it did not dim the excitement that felt almost tangible in the air.
At first Jude had tried to bite her lip through the painful contractions, but once she began to taste blood she could not help but yell through the pain. Cardan was beside her holding her hand through the process, looking equally terrified as he was fascinated, which only irritated Jude as she tried to listen to Tatterfell’s instructions on when to push and when to breathe.
She had only been pushing for an hour, but for Jude it felt like an eternity. At this point, she would have preferred to be sliced through again than to deal with the ongoing contractions.
“My Queen, one final push, I can see the child.” Tatterfell instructed.
The last of Jude’s screams echoed the small chambers as Tatterfell pulled the newborn into a blanket, as another nurse cut the umbilical cord. Jude fell back onto the bed, her face flushed and dripping in sweat.
Cardan kissed Jude’s sweat covered forehead. Even though she might have fractured a few bones in his hand, his face did not show it. The king was beaming with pride and what seemed to be disbelief, as his eyes shifted between his beautiful wife and the child now in his arms. He brought the child down into Jude’s chest.
The baby girl was wrapped up almost like a present, the best present she could have imagined. Her head was already covered in long black hair, just like Cardan’s, but when she opened her eyes Jude saw the child had eyes like fire. The outer irises were black, but inside was a beautiful brown with flecks of gold. Her face was beautiful even as a loud wail escaped the newborn’s lips.
All of her fears seemed to melt when she held her in her arms. Everything she had gone through had been building to this moment.
“You are amazing, Jude,” Cardan murmured lovingly, bringing his hand to rest behind the newborn’s head. For the briefest moment, Jude broke her gaze from the baby to look at her husband. The look on Cardan’s face was one that she had never seen before. He had tears in his eyes with a gaze so soft as he admired the bundle. When the newborn grabbed his finger, Jude watched him come undone; an audible gasp escaped his lips.
She knew in that moment that Cardan would walk to the ends of the world, twice, for the daughter in their arms; as would she. Their daughter was already loved so deeply by both of them.
The tender moment was broken, by another contraction. Jude tensed, letting Cardan scope the newborn from her arms, as she gripped the sheets of the bed.
“It is not over yet, there is another coming, my Queen.” Tatterfell said from the foot of the bed, examining her.
“WHAT?” Jude screamed, looking wild with her flushed face and hair already matted against her forehead with sweat from the first delivery. She looked to Cardan to see his reaction, but what she found almost sent her into a blind rage.
There was no shock in Cardan’s face, rather a nervous grin, as he looked at her, then back at their child in his arms. Their first child.
He knew. Of course he knew.
“WHEN I SAID I WANTED IT TO BE A SURPRISE, I MEANT THE GENDER NOT THAT I WAS CARRYING TWINS.” Jude roared.
Before she could curse Cardan for keeping the secret, another contraction rippled through her body. Tatterfell went back to instructing Jude and sent the other nurse to grab another blanket.
When a third nurse tried to take the newborn from Cardan, he refused, waving her away without room for discussion. Instead, he took a chair next to the bed, holding the baby girl in one hand and comforting his wife with the other.
This time, Jude’s wails were accompanied by another screaming voice. Cardan cooed the baby, while Jude continued to push their second child into the world.
With a final push, Tatterfell wrapped the bundle and brought the newest baby into Jude’s arms.
This time it was a baby boy, with tufts of hair the same brown as her own. Tears fell from Jude’s eyes as the baby was given to her; partially from exhaustion, but mostly from the overwhelming love she felt for her babies. She held him close to her chest. Cardan handed her the girl in his arms, so for the first time Jude was able to admire both of her babies in all their wonder.
While every parent believed their child was the most beautiful, the half faerie blood flowing in their veins truly made them look perfect. Tatterfell, who had delivered many babies in her time, acknowledged the beautiful twins and congratulated the couple.
The little boy resembled Jude in all ways except one; poking out from his blanket was a tiny tail with a tuft of brown hair. It fluttered around as the tiny babe looked at both Jude and Cardan with his big brown eyes.
The little girl had managed to fall asleep in Cardan’s arms despite the sounds of Jude’s labor. She had a feeling that the little girl was the one who responded so eagerly to Cardan’s touch in the later months of her pregnancy.
“Are there any more babies I should expect?” Jude asked, exhaustion clear in her voice.
Cardan looked at her and laughed. “Not for a few months at least.”
The smirk on his face, plus the meaning behind his words sent a wave of heat and excitement through her. However, the pain of the labor was still very real. Cardan would be lucky if she risked even sleeping in the same bed after this.
The two stayed there holding the babies for a long time before Jude began to lose the battle against the urge to sleep. Cardan was the first to notice her drooping eyelids and the way her head kept snapping as sleep tried to take her.
“I will take them to the nursery so you can rest.” Cardan said quietly.
Jude was too tired to argue. She wanted to keep holding on to their little bodies forever, but she was also partially afraid she would drop them if she fell asleep on accident. Reluctantly, she nodded and let Cardan take each of them in his arms.
Tatterfell appeared at the door and followed Cardan into the next room which was commissioned into a nursery. Jude insisted that the baby, well babies now, be kept close by even if nurses would be helping to take care of them while they were growing up.
Jude’s eyes lingered for a moment on the doorframe separating their rooms before finally falling asleep.
“Cardan?” She called. Instead of her husband, it was Tatterfell who emerged from the nursery.
“Your majesty, it is time we cleaned you up.” The imp woman said.
Jude did not realize how sore she was until she tried to walk to the bathroom. The sight was not a pretty one, but her old nurse helped her into the bath, combed her hair into a simple braid, and dressed her in new clothes. By the time she reentered the bedroom, the servants had replaced the bed with fresh sheets and Cardan was sitting on a sofa, both babies squirming in his arms.
The sight of her new family was almost too much to bear, Jude thought she might burst into tears again at the wonderful view.
She crossed the room and took a spot next to Cardan.
“I am glad that there are two of us, because it turns out that despite having two arms, it is difficult to tend to both at the same time.” Cardan said somewhere between a joke and genuine concern. The boy had started to fuss, which caused his twin to let out a wail as well.
Jude reached for a baby, grabbing the girl. She rocked the little one until her cries stopped. Pressed against her skin, she felt her and the child both relax. Meanwhile, Cardan gently bounced the boy until he too went back to sleep.
“Well I suppose we are doing better at this parent thing than I thought,” Jude said in all seriousness.
Cardan slid closer to her. In return, Jude leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent mixed in with the smell of newborns. So much had changed in less than a day and things would keep changing.
“I suppose it is time to decide on names.” Jude said with a sigh.
Cardan mimicked her sigh, teasing her reluctance. “I suppose it is. Shall I name this one and you name that one?”
Jude thought about giving him a sour look, but was still too tired to put up much of a fight. Instead she said, “Sure, especially since I had only planned on us having to figure out a name for one.” She would not be letting that go anytime soon. “What will we call that one?”
Cardan perked up at her answer, clearly expecting her to have refused and surprised when she didn’t. Cardan’s eyes fell to the sleeping child. Jude had never seen him look so innocent as he did looking at their children. Any trace of the cruel prince she once knew was gone. He was completely captivated in their presence.
“Do you like the name Ellis?” Cardan finally asked, looking uncharacteristically timid. “It reminds me a bit of the name Alice.”
Jude looked at the child, and nodded with a smile. “I think it is perfect.”
Ellis. His soft features so much like her own. There were so many things she hoped for him. Hopefully, his and his sister’s lives would be much easier than her or Cardan’s had been.
“Now to name this one,” Cardan murmured.
Jude thought through the short list of names that she had come up with, but realized that none of the names seemed to fit the beautiful baby that resembled so much of Cardan. Jude thought of the child’s fire like eyes and knew the name that would fit her.
“Ember.” Jude said at last. Cardan smiled widely and nodded.
“It suits her well.”
Cardan pressed his lips to the top of her head, both of them savoring their first moments of parenthood together, when a loud knock at the door interrupted their thoughts.
Before either could say anything, the door swung open and in came Oak holding a dozen floating balloons. Behind him was Taryn and the Ghost with her niece at their feet looking around curiously. The Ghost looked a little out of place holding a bag that said “Congrats!” with a picture of a pacifier on it, but his presence next to Taryn had become a new normal.
Behind them came Vivi and Heather, between the two of them they had nearly 12 bags of all sizes hanging off their arms. Following up the back was the Roach and the Bomb, who also held what appeared to be presents in their hands, although theirs were wrapped in beautiful cloth obviously not bought from the mortal world.
“Congratulations!!” Vivi and Oak yelled at the same time before Taryn and Heather both made shushing noises for them to be more quiet so they wouldn’t disturb the baby.
It was at that moment that the room realized that not only was Cardan holding a baby, but Jude was as well.
“TWINS?” Screamed half the crowd, the other half too shocked to speak.
“Did you know?”
“Why didn’t you tell me!?”
“They are so beautiful.”
“Why don’t they look the same like Jude and Taryn?”
“We should have brought more gifts.”
Cardan and Jude tried their best to answer the bombardment of questions. While a part of Jude missed the quiet silence from a moment ago, she could not help but laugh at the scene.
Taryn took a spot next to her, admiring the babies.
“Congratulations, Jude. They are wonderful." After a moment, she looked at Jude and asked, "How are you feeling?”
Jude smiled at her sister. “Thank you, I am doing okay. Honestly, better than okay. It seems surreal,” Jude admitted, pulling the baby closer to her. “Thank you for your help over the last few months.”
Taryn smiled, taking a hand to brush Ember’s dark hair. Jude motioned to Taryn to hold the baby, which she quickly accepted, pulling the baby into her arms. Of everyone in the room, Taryn had the most experience with babies after having her own. Jude trusted her sister even though her heart already ached from being away from her babies.
Oak popped up in front of them, leaning over to see the babies faces with a wide smile. “So one of them will become king or queen right? Now I don’t have to?”
“When the time comes you can make your decision,” Cardan said with an earnest smile. “There will be no plot to stick an unwanted crown on your head.”
He voice dropped to barely a murmur no longer speaking to anyone but Jude. “Although it certainly can bring some amazingly unexpected outcomes.”
Jude’s heart fluttered when he broke his eyes away from the babies to give her a quick wink.
Everyone took turns fawning over the tiny babies who were now awake from the sounds coming from the large crowd.
As Jude looked around at all the faces of the room, she remembered how isolated her life had been only a few years prior, struggling every hour to grasp at any power she could find. She had her family, but even then she never felt safe. Now, she no longer felt alone. The room had their fair share of betrayals, some larger than others, but somehow everything came to be. Her eyes went from her siblings to the Court of Shadows to the babies and finally Cardan; once her enemy, now so much more.
Danger would always be present, but at least in this moment they were all able to celebrate together.
When she looked at Cardan, she had a feeling he felt the same way.
“Jude! Come here quick!” Cardan’s voice shouted from the parlor.
Jude was on her feet immediately and ran to see what was wrong. Cardan had been in with the twins for a considerable amount of time, but Jude had not heard anything and assumed all was well.
When she came into the parlor, she was not prepared for the sight before her.
Cardan, dressed in an elaborate outfit as usual, but what caught her attention was the carrier of sorts around his torso, with Ellis strapped to the front of his chest with Ember strapped onto his back. Cardan was beaming and both babies were giggling as they bounced around the room.
When he saw Jude, he quickly waived both hands in front of him. “Jude, look! No hands!”
Jude’s mouth was agape. “Where did you get such a thing?” She demanded, beginning to worry how safe it was and if she would have to catch a falling baby.
Cardan seemed to not share any of her concerns as he continued to move about the room, lightly bouncing with each step which caused both babies to screech with happiness.
“It was a gift from Vivienne. It came this morning. I had a servant help me strap it on.” He explained.
Well, at least the servants secured it. Vivi had periodically sent over gifts from the mortal world and many of them proved to be very useful, although some of the noise making ones had already “accidentally” gone missing. At least this didn’t appear to make sound.
“Isn’t it wonderful Jude? I could hold a goblet in one hand and waive away the Living Counsel with the other. In your case, I suppose you could hold a sword in one and a shield in the other.”
Jude couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe you’re right. Think of the potential. Maybe I will take the twins into the next battle or later night adventure.”
Cardan looked up in horror, afraid she had taken his joke literally.
A large smirk spread like wildfire across her face, revealing her true intention. Cardan recovered quickly from his shock, wearing his own grin.
"Forever, so cruel," he said as the twins giggled from their harnesses.
It seemed that they would never stop torturing each other, they just found new ways to do it.
Oh my god I figured out who poisoned Cardan at the end of The Wicked King.
We know that Balekin is behind the poisoning, but surely it wasn’t Balekin himself who put the actual poison in Cardan’s food. Balekin is now an ambassador, but he wouldn’t have kitchen privileges and the Court of Shadows would be watching Balekin closely.
So who poisoned Cardan?
Tatterfell.
Tatterfell is Madoc’s servant who was assigned to Jude while she lived in his household. Taryn brings Tatterfell to Jude in The Wicked King to take care of Jude, since Jude’s bad at hygiene. Of course, Jude is immediately suspicious:
I look into the imp’s inkdrop eyes. “You mean Madoc has her spying for him.”Tatterfell’s lip curls, and I am reminded how sharply she pinches.“Aren’t you a sly and suspicious girl? You ought to be ashamed, saying such a thing.”
Note that Tatterfell never denies that she’s spying for Madoc. She just makes Jude feel guilty for suggesting it. Tatterfell never swears allegiance to Jude. She is loyal to Madoc, who spared her lover’s life.
The last time we see Tatterfell, she’s back at Madoc’s house looking after Jude following Jude’s Undersea ordeal. But Tatterfell could get back into the palace as an acknowledged and recognized servant of the High King’s seneschal. And as Jude discovered in The Cruel Prince, servants often fade into the background and are quickly forgotten by others. As a servant, Tatterfell would be able to go to the kitchens, and she would have access to Cardan’s food and drink.
Of course, this would require Madoc to re-team up with Balekin. It would require Madoc to form an alliance with the man who imprisoned his foster daughter, and for Balekin to trust Madoc again after the crown debacle in The Cruel Prince. Which I admit is a stretch.
But Balekin may be feeling short on allies, and Madoc doesn’t mind teaming up with people he dislikes so long as he feels he can maintain the upper hand. At the final revel when Cardan is poisoned, Madoc disgustedly tells Jude:
“Is this going according to your plan?” he demands under his breath. “Your puppet is drunk. Get him out of here.”
“I’ll try,” I say.
“I have stood by long enough,” Madoc says, his cat eyes staring into mine. “Get your puppet to abdicate the throne in favor of your brother or face the consequences. I won’t ask you again. It’s now or never.”
Madoc tells Jude that Cardan is drunk. Jude assumes, like the rest of us at this point, that Madoc means drunk on alcohol. But what if Madoc was twisting his words? ‘Drunk’ can mean a variety of things. Cardan could have drunk any beverage recently. Cardan could be drunk on something other than alcohol - a good argument could be made that Cardan is drunk on love for Jude at this point. Madoc follows his observation up with a threat: get Cardan to abdicate or face the consequences. Is that a veiled threat at Cardan’s demise from poisoning?
The more I think about it, the more I believe that Madoc has prepared for the moment he breaks with the Crown. Taryn (or Tatterfell) has already scouted out Jude’s clothing and then had the clothing handy for Taryn to change into (Taryn couldn’t have grabbed Jude’s clothing during the final revel because Jude, Cardan, and co. camp out there fairly quickly to deal with the poisoning, so she must have obtained it beforehand). Madoc has assembled and prepped his troops, and considered exactly how many he needs for a proper civil war and how many he can convince Cardan to part with.
The moment the revel begins, Madoc is already ready to launch his civil war.
So Madoc knew that Balekin was going to make his move, and had his own pieces in place. Madoc was aware of Cardan’s poisoning in advance.
And Tatterfell was the pawn that made it all happen.
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I finished reading Queen of Nothing yesterday and then I watched Swan Princess, and everything Rothbart said started to sound like things Jude would say and now I can’t unsee it.
“You have much to lose and I have nothing. You may win in the end, you may ensorcel me and hurt me and humiliate me, but I will make sure you lose everything I can take from you on the way down.” - Jude in The Cruel Prince
“Mithridatism, it’s called. Isn’t that a funny name? The process of eating poison to build up immunity. So long as I don’t die from it, I’ll be harder to kill.” - Jude in The Cruel Prince
“Power is much easier to acquire than it is to hold on to.” - the entire theme of The Wicked King
Cardan: “She is my wife and the rightful High Queen of Elfhame.”
Jude: **raids Cardan’s closet** **asks Taryn for wardrobe help** **asks Tatterfell to do her hair**
- The Queen of Nothing
And as a bonus, Jude riding up to the giant serpent at the end of Queen of Nothing:
Folktober2023 Prompt: "My sister, the serial killer." 🔪🌼
An attempt by
Hosted by @jurdannetrevels and @jurdannet
📘 1 400+ words
😎 Characters: Taryn, Jude mention, Myriadh, Tatterfell, The Ghost/Larkin
✒️ Tags: self-reflection, sharing, sweet
📢 Summary: Taryn has made it to her sister’s place along with her attendant Myriadh. As she learns that Jude’s not home, Taryn decides to take a stroll in the palace's "garden", which is also the graveyard of Elfhame's enemies. More specifically, the ones who have fallen under Jude’s sword.
🧐 Author’s Note: Part 2 of the Taryn 3-parter I have prepared for Folktober! First part was for "Corn maze" and the third and final part will be out for "graveyard meet-cute"!
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As we arrive at the palace, I'm immediately recognized to be the High Queen's sister. Before, clothes and crown aside, it was still sometimes a bit harder to tell, but now with the size of my belly, we are unmistakable. Myriadh extends her hand to me as I'm about to jump out of the carriage, I politely hold it, not actually putting any of my weight into it.
We pass through the front garden that is used to make all visitors fear for their life. Each spot of the garden is covered in a different type of flower which gives it a strange charm, yet knowing the reason behind such an arrangement makes the fae sweat from anxiousness. It has only been 6 months since Jude and Cardan are both reigning over Elfhame, yet all those flowers show the amount of fae Jude has killed.
All traitors and enemies. Jude is now known as the mortal high queen who ends the fae's immortalities. She has already outlived all the fae in this beautiful graveyard by killing them. This graveyard that everyone has to pass through in order to enter the palace. She was now a Queen but still very much with the spirit of a killer. Though maybe it sounds too harsh, I should say assassin since her killings supposedly have meaning. "Don't fuck with me." That's the meaning. I breathe the scent in. I love it. Myriadh is trying to keep a straight face but I can tell she feels a bit uneasy by the sight.
Well, to be fair, I also feel a bit uneasy at the sight but for a different reason. Witnessing how beautiful the fae are even after their death. Not like us, rotting corpses with no pretty flowers to grow from our bodies. The only flowers on top of our graves come from those who miss us. And by how inconsequential I am, I'm not sure if anyone other than my siblings and child will leave flowers on where I will rest. I sigh at the depressing thoughts. Pregnancy mood swings be damned. Pheromones be damned.
"Are you feeling okay, my liege? Shall we go back after all?"
"No need. It won't take long."
I make my way to some guards, they inform me that my timing is unfortunate, that my sister has left just a little while ago. Thus I ask for Tatterfell. When they invite me in, I turn them down. We make our way through the garden, I catch so many new flowers that weren't there 3 weeks ago, last time I visited. I like finding new flowers, wondering from what type of fae they're growing out of.
And before I can stop my big mouth from spilling the words, they're already out.
"I'm so envious, you know."
Myriadh blinks at me, not sure how to answer since my words are so half-assed and nonsensical. So I continue.
"Of you. The fae. You're all beautiful from the moment you're born, magnificent while you live, powerful when you die and still beautiful after death. I mean, you've been living with me for the past 4 months Myr, you've seen how bad I look in the mornings."
I think back to how Locke looked when I killed him. When yellow roses grew out of him as I tried to dispose of his body. I thought it was so unfair, he was still flaunting his superior beauty at me even from beyond the grave I wanted to put him in. I think of how I would eat those faerie fruits at his revels as if I'm a pet of a wife, a fun little human who will obey the whims of her caring husband. Oh so benevolent for marrying a human who's only redeeming quality is being agreeable. Pleasant to spend time with because she'll listen and laugh, and agree.
Myriadh gathers her thoughts, probably trying to find a proper way to answer me. I like that about her. How careful she is with words and etiquette, maybe just as much as Oriana was. I miss her.
"Although you are right, I believe humans have things that may stir up envy from the fae's side as well."
I fake a laugh like I always do. I hope it doesn't sound too bitter.
"Is that so? Tell me."
We're now standing in place, I realize this might take some time so I sit at a bench and gesture to her to do the same. She sits next to me, but not too close as a sign of respect for my personal space.
"Do you know how old I am, my liege?"
Of course I know, I remember everything I'm told.
"If I remember correctly, 120 years or so?"
Rhetorical question, I know I'm right.
"Yes. I've been trying to have a child my whole life." She pauses. Probably measuring her words again, trying to not make it sound like she's accusing me of being too ignorant, too unaware of what they might go through in their long lives. "It's something I've been yearning for, giving life. Twenty years ago I gave up and made my way to the human world where I worked at a daycare for a while, putting the little ones to sleep."
I turn my head towards Myriadh, my eyes that were focused on the garden are now observing the faerie woman who looks like she can't be older than 25. She spares me a glance, seeing that I don't look offended but rather shocked, she continues.
"Homesickness got the better of me in the end, I came back recently. And, well… my coworkers started to wonder why I didn't seem to age at all despite having worked there for 20 years."
I chuckle, this time a real laugh.
"I guess you didn't think that far ahead." I smile kindly.
"I guess not. I should've glamored myself to slowly look older and older through the years. If I had made myself suddenly look older after hearing them gossiping about it, it would've been strange." She agrees.
I see now. To her who tried to have a child for a century, I must sound quite small-minded with my beauty talk. It's not like my envy has dissipated but it's good to put things in perspective.
Far away, I see a familiar figure approaching us. Tatterfell.
I tell her about my request to have the maze around my house be eradicated. She doesn't ask me why but she notes how, although Jude isn't home at the moment, since the request is coming from me, it can be done easily. Before going back to work, she shares with me something unexpected.
"Consider visiting us more often. Although Ju- Her Highness is often busy, I suspect she misses you. I have no answer to give her every time I'm asked about your whereabouts and she has seriously considered sending some of her people to guard your household."
"... Are you sure you're allowed to tell me this?"
Tatterfell shrugs and smiles.
"So you're still more preoccupied about etiquette than your sister's care for you. That's good to see, Oriana would be proud of the consistency."
I blush. I know this is not a jab at me since Tatterfell isn't the type to do so and she must truly believe the words she's saying, coming from her mouth this is not sarcasm. Yet I feel embarrassed at the idea that I haven't changed all that much.
Tatterfell leaves us be. I suppose it might be good to go back now.
As we're walking back to the carriage with slow steps, Myriadh looks as if she wants to tell me something. I welcome her to do so.
"Well, about before-"
Her sentence is cut short as a figure is suddenly in front of us. As if it materialized out of thin air. Myriadh jumps in front of me in a protective manner, she's about to open her mouth, letting her voice put the creature to sleep. But having the time to process the sight, I quickly realize it's not a creature.
"Wait!" The indistinct voice begs. I hold Myriadh's arm, a sign for her to hold on.
Hood down, mask off, the individual suddenly becomes recognizable to us. Jude had gifted the court of shadows some masks that can blur their presence. I realize now this is what it was. The faerie, or rather, the half-faerie standing in front of us is actually Larkin. Better known as the Ghost amongst his "fellow colleagues" if we can even consider spying and killing as work.
He shoots a smile at me, a tense one. And suddenly, I’m not so sure on how to act anymore.
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I’m excited about the next and last part!!! (For obvious reasons at this point.) Let’s say that the "character interactions" I wrote for the next part were... interesting to figure out? 😂 I’m quite pleased with it although I know it won’t get much traction since the central character in this is Taryn 🫠 It’s okay girlie, if no one’s here, I’m here!
