"That's normal for the Unseelie fey," he whispered back.

The first hint everyone received that the Queen was approaching was that the temperature in the clearing dropped about ten degrees. A cloud of snow burst from the mouth of the tunnel, and in walked the kind of woman that made ladies weep in envy and men launch wars.
She wasn't tall, like Oberon or willowy thin like Titania, but her presence drew every eye in the courtyard. Her hair was so black it appeared blue in places, and it spilled down her back like a waterfall of ink. Her eyes were of the void, of a night without stars, a sharp contrast to her marble skin and mulberry lips. She wore a dress that writhed around her like shadow incarnate. And, like Oberon and Titania, she radiated power.
And then Mab's entourage walked in.
The first two were tall and beautiful like the rest of their kind, all sharp angles and graceful limbs. They wore their black and silver suits with the easy confidence of nobles, raven hair pulled back to highlight their proud, cruel features. The dark princes marched behind Mab with all the arrogance of the queen, thin hands resting on their swords, their capes flapping behind them.
Then the third noble walked in behind the other two. He was also dressed in black and silver. Like the other two, he carried a sword, resting comfortably on his hip, and his face bore the fine lines of an aristocrat. But, unlike the others, he looked disinterested, almost bored, with the entire event. His eyes caught the moonlight and glittered like silver coins. It was Ash.

She watches them come in.

Ash was ignoring basically everyone in the court. He and his brothers bowed to Oberon and Titania

She just stays where she is.

She stares at it all.

"And look who it is, the looker." She jokes to Robbie, smiling brightly at the royals.

"The looker? I think you mean to say the one that tried to kill me?" Puck said, rolling his eyes.

Ash murmured something to the King and Queen. Oberon nodded and the prince stepped back, still bowing. When he straightened and turned around, his gaze swept over the court to rest solely on Puck and Claire. His eyes narrowed and he smiled, giving the two a small nod. "So...he hasn't forgotten about the hunt. Not by a long shot..."

She leans against the wall, already bored.

There was a soft chuckle beside her, seemingly from nowhere. "So this is Oberon's famous half-blood," the person mused.

She turns to look at the speaker.