His different colored eyes for a moment where caught frozen with those green ice ones before he bowed his head respectfully. He was so thankful this wasn't either of the other two but was worried if he wanted to speak to him or tell him to back off or something.

"I want to speak with you," the prince said without preamble. "Alone. Will you walk with me a bit?" He offered Jason his arm

Jason lifted his head,purple and hazel eyes slightly shocked,but not wanting to be disrespectful gave a nod. He took his arm with a careful bound hand,feeling a little awkward. "Please,your majesty,if you may. Call me dragon if nothing else." He said softly.

"Dragon? That seems...disrespectful." He started off, his wolf trailing silently behind them. He led Jason back into the palace, down empty halls swathed in ice and shadows. All the Unseelie fae were outside, dancing the night away. "I've seen you," Sage murmured without looking at him. He turned a corner. "I've watched you with my brother. And I want to warn you, you mustn't trust him." He had two brothers...which one was he talking about?

"I'm only a scaled beast,therefore the title seems fitting sire. And...of which brother do you speak if I may ask?" He was confused on where they where going,tail close and wings beginning to shiver faintly.

"Either of them." He pulled him down another corridor, one that he might recognize. They were close to the throne room now. Sage pressed on without slowing. "You do not know the enmity between Ash and Rowan, how deep the rivalry goes. Especially Rowan's part. The jealousy he feels for his younger brother is a dark poison, eating him from the inside, making him bitter and vengeful."

He realized how close they where to the throne room but couldn't pay much mind to it as he listened to the eldest prince. "I have a brother as such....heh...." he said under his breath,remembering the real Shade and just how vicious he could be.

They entered the throne room in all its frigid, icy beauty. Sage released him and walked toward the throne, his wolf padding behind him. He had come to a stop a few feet beside Mab's icy throne, staring at something on the altar beside it. A moment later, it was clear that that was the source of the ungodly chill in the room. The Scepter of the Seasons hovered a few inches over the altar, washing the prince's face in icy blue light.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he murmured, running his fingers over the frozen handle. "Every year, I see it, and yet it never ceases to amaze me." His eyes glittered; he seemed to be in some sort of trance. "Someday, if Mab ever gets tired of being queen, it will be mine to accept, to rule with. When that happens--"

Jason wasn't able to hear the rest, for, at that moment, the wolf let out a long, low growl and bared his teeth.

He leaped back and tensed as the wolf made the sound. He looked around for a moment,hazel and purple eyes worried.

There, against the back wall, several dark forms melted out of the shadows. Four were thin and lanky, almost emaciated, their frames nothing but wires twisted together to form limbs and a body, resembling huge puppets as they skittered over the ground on all fours. The wolf's growls turned into snarls. Sage whirled around. In one smooth motion, he drew the sword at his waist. It was much like Ash's, straight and slender, the blade throwing off and icy blue aura. "How did you get in here?" Sage hissed.