Rowan swept by with a platoon of guards. Queen Mab was close behind, and pretty much every Unseelie fey. They crowded into the room, and roars of fury and outrage filled the chamber when they saw the dead prince. He was pure ice now. Fey were screaming and crying, tearing at themselves and each other, demanding vengeance and blood. The Unseelie were outraged at the murder of a Winter prince in their own territory. That someone had dared slip in and kill one of their own, right under their noses. There was no sorrow or remorse for the prince himself, only fury and demands for revenge at the audacity of it. That begged the question if anyone would truly miss the eldest prince of Winter. Rowan stood over Sage's body, his expression eerily blank as he stared down at his brother. Amid the roars and cries of the fey around them, he regarded his sibling with the curiosity one might show a dead bird on the sidewalk. Silence fell over the room, and a chill descended like an icy blanket. Mab was standing in the doorway, her gaze locked on Sage's body. Everyone backed away as she entered the throne room. You could hear a pin drop as the queen walked up to Sage's body, bending down to touch his cold, frozen cheek. The temperature was still dropping. Even some of the Winter fey looked uncomfortable as new icicles formed on the ceiling and frost crept over skin and fur. Mab was still bent over Sage, her expression unreadable, but her mulberry lips parted and mouthed a single word. "Oberon."




"Wait, but you don't think it's sad?"

By then, Isiea has left the castle and has gone to retrieve Ares.

" I don't. "

Rough hands grabbed her by the arms and hair, dragging her away from everyone and everything, back to the castle.

And then Mab screamed, and the world shattered. Icicles exploded, flying outward like crystallized sharpnel, pelting everyone with glittering shards. The walls and floor cracked, and fey shrieked as they disappeared into the gaping holes. "Oberon!" Mab raged again, whirling with a terrifying, crazy look in her eyes. "He did this! This is his revenge! Oh, Summer will pay! They will pay until they are screaming for mercy, but they will find no pity among the Winter Court! We will repay this heinous act in kind, my subjects! Prepare for war!"





"Why do you think life is so pointless?"

She whips around to face who had grabbed her. Because shes still got a nasty cut over one eye, however, blood has gotten into her left (green) eye and she cant really see out of it. So she cant see them as well as normal.

" Because I have no purpose. In this world, nor mine. "

Something gripped Isiea's feet, holding them fast. If she looked down she would see, well kind of, ice creeping up her legs, moving faster than she'd seen before. In the space of a blink, it had flowed up her waist and continued over her stomach and chest. Icy needles stabbed her skin.




"Are you kidding? You gotta live! For me, if nothing else!"

" There is nothing else, so I guess so. "

"Well, then now you have a reason to live."

She just frowns. She doesn't even say anything.