Right behind her, Mabs 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. Like dark princes, they marched behind Mab with all the arrogance of the queen, thin hands resting on their swords, their capes flapping behind them.

The third noble, walking behind them, 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.

She actually looked up once the third noble was visible. Something about him was interesting, she couldn't really tell what it was.

It was him, the boy from her dream, the one who had chased Puck and her through the forest.

She looked at him for a little bit then realized.
'Is that...' She trailed off in her mind. She was now more worried about this event. Why did she need to be to here? She still didn't know that answer.

Grimalkin blinked, as he could feel her unease. "That is Prince Ash, youngest son of Queen Mab. They say he is quite the hunter, and spends much of his time in the wyldwood, instead of at court with his brothers."

"ok..." She said, soft and a little quiet.
She sat there. She didn't look at anyone directly again.

The boy--Ash--bowed to Oberon and Titania, murmuring something Amelia couldnt hear. Oberon nodded, and the prince stepped back, still bowing. When he straightened and turned around, his gaze swept over the table--to rest solely on her. His eyes narrowed, and he smiled, giving her a small nod.

Ash hadnt forgotten her, not by a long shot.

She was reluctant but she did give him a small nod.

Tension ran high among the ranks of Seelie and Unseelie; it was plain that these were ancient enemies. Only the feys devotion to rules and proper etiquette--and the power of their sidhe masters--kept things from erupting into a bloodbath.

Or so Grimalkin told her.

Oberon, Titania, and Mab stayed at the table all night. The three princes sat to Mabs left, with Ash farthest down the table. Food was served, wine was poured, and the sidhe rulers spoke among themselves. Grimalkin yawned, bored with it all, and left Amelia's side, vanishing into the crowds. After what seemed like hours, the entertainment began.

She didn't see him leave, but she did see he was gone after a minute.
'Why did he leave me...' She sighed quietly.