Mab narrowed her eyes to black slits. "And you would have me believe that you, a half-human with virtually no power, managed to kill the Iron King?"

Probably because it was

,, Yeah. ,, She shrugs. ,, He was distracted. ,,

A big one.

Mab was about to say something before a new voice rang out. "Believe her. I was there. I saw what happened."

Voices rose around her as the ranks of Unseelie fey parted like waves. The lean, dangerous form of Prince Ash strode into the chamber. Ash looked much as he always did, darkly beautiful in black and gray, his pale skin a sharp contrast to his hair and clothes. His sword hung at his side, the sheath a luminous blue-black, giving off a frozen aura.

Yup. But to him, Lise and Isiea were his problems, which was why he ignored them.

She glances at Ash for a moment before looking away disinterestedly.

They weren't that problematic.

Well....

He just gave her a cold glare. His frosty eyes swept over Isiea in a brief, dismissive glance, before he stepped around her and continued toward the queen.

"Prince Ash," Mab purred, as Ash went down on one knee before the throne. "You have returned. Are your brothers with you?"

Ash raised his head, but before he could answer, another voice interrupted him.

"Our youngest brother practically fled our presence in his haste to get to you, Queen Mab," said a high, clear voice behind Isiea. "If I didnt know better, I would think he didnt want to speak to you in front of us."

Ash rose, his face carefully blank, as two more figures strode into the chamber, scattering fey like birds. Like Ash, they wore long, thin blades at their hips, and carried themselves with the easy grace of royalty.