" as long as you don't die. Again. That was pretty sad. "

(Gonna get a little controlling...sorry!)

Mab smiled a cruel, twisted smile, and still, the ice came on, creeping up her neck, burning her chin. It covered her lower jaw, and ice flooded her mouth. Before she could suck in another breath, it covered her nose, her cheekbones, her eyes, and finally reached the top of her head. She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe. Her lungs probably burned for air, but her mouth and nose were filled with ice. She was drowning, suffocating, and her skin felt like it was being peeled away by the cold. Even though she couldn't breathe and her lungs screamed for oxygen, she didn't die.

Beyond the wall of ice, everything had fallen silent. Mab stood before Isiea, her expression torn between triumph and hate. She turned back to her subjects, who watched her with wary eyes, as if she might lash out at them, too.




"Yeah, but as I said, I would come back from the dead for you."

" I know. But you are never allowed to die again. "

She keeps her expression, as always, neutral.

She keeps her expression, as always, neutral.

"And what if I do die again?"



"Make ready, my subjects!" The queen rasped, raising her arms. "The war with Summer starts now!"
Another roar, and the minions of the Unseelie court scattered, leaving the room with battle cries. Mab spared Isiea one more glance over her shoulder, her lips curling into a snarl as she left. Silence fell, and Isiea was left there to not die. When you can't breathe, each second feels like an eternity.

It wasn't sure how long she stood there, hours or only a few minutes, when a shadowy figure slipped into the room. Though she could still see out, the ice made everything cracked and distorted, not to mention with the blood that might still be in her eye, so she couldn't tell who it was. The shadow hesitated in the doorway, watching her for a long moment. Then, quickly, it glided across the room until it stood next to her prison, laying a pale hand against the ice.

"Isiea," a voice whispered. "It's me."

" I'll die too. "

"Okay, fair point."

" so stay alive. Please. "

"I try," he responded.