Thank you to my first two reviewers! ;) Hopefully, they'll be the firsts of many. :P I don't own the Iron Fey series or The Smurfs.

Meghan didn't even recognize herself when she looked in the mirror. Lady Weaver had really outdone herself. Her dress was a soft, silky pale pink summer dress that ended just below her knees, as it was a Summer ball, every female Summer Fey wore a dress like this. But her dress was different. It had glittery lines going up in squiggles, and was strapless. She wore a small silver ring on her pinkie finger, a silver heart necklace and a silver bracelet. On her feet was a pair of pale pink pumps, and her was in loose curls. Meghan looked amazing.

And she hated it.

"Do I have to wear this? It's bad enough that I have to go to this stupid ball anyway. I would look better in my jeans, anyway." She knew the last part was a lie.

"Nonsense! My talent is wasted on you, half-breed." With that, Lady Weaver exited Meghan's room. Sighing, the Summer Princess flopped onto her bed, her arms crossed underneath her head.

"Knock, knock." Meghan looked up at the sound of Ash's voice. He pushed the door open, which had been left ajar.

"Hey. You look nice." Meghan lied. He looked fantastic. She loved seeing Ash in a tux, and this one was a midnight blue. He wore a pale pink tie to match her dress. Meghan pulled herself off of her bed and walked over to the door. Ash offered her his arm, and she took it.

"Well you look absolutely beautiful." He whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her cheek.

"Let's get this ball over with." Meghan sighed.

"Please welcome, Princess Azalea Dulcina, Princess of Summer, and heir to the Seelie kingdom!" A trumpet sounded somewhere and Meghan's sister walked into the ballroom. She glided elegantly down the white gold steps in her knee length knee length dress. It was the same purple as her eyes and Meghan realised with horror that real butterflies had been embroidered onto it, the kind that you see hung in glass boxes on museum walls.

"Thank you, loyal subjects, for welcoming me home on this fine night! Let the celebrations begin!" Azalea said, causing Meghan to scoff. Let the celebrations begin? We've been here for an hour already!

"May I have this dance?" Ash bowed to Meghan, making her blush.

"You don't have to bow to me Ash. Of course you can have this dance." He took her hand from its side and led her onto the dance floor.

Dancing with Ash was like a dream. One of his hands rested on Meghan's waist and the other held her hand in the air in the typical dance position. Everything around her seemed to blur as he spun her and the only thing she could hear was his breathing. All the surrounding distractions seemed to fade away as they swirled around to the music.

"Having fun?" Ash pulled her into another spin.

"More than I thought." Meghan grinned. Ash chuckled, pulling her closer to him. When the song ended, Meghan was a little disappointed.

"I'll go get you a drink." The former Winter Prince said, walking to the refreshments table.

"No faery wine!" Meghan called after him, a smile on her lips. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and everyone turned to the doors from where it had come from. They had been kicked open and an assortment of Iron Fey stood in the doorway, grinning like madmen. There were at least ten of them. Some of the Summer Faeries gasped, and Lady Weaver even fainted.

"Guards! Attack!" Oberon shouted, jumping to his feet. Hordes of knights ran into the room, weapons drawn.

"Not so fast!" Everybody turned to look at where the voice had come from. An iron fey with wire for hair and blue skin that reminded Meghan of the Smurfs held his blade against Azalea's neck. "You want her to live? Well, give us what we want."

"State your business, abomination." Oberon boomed, his voice carrying easily in the silence.

"We're here for the Winter Prince. Give him to us, and the Princess lives." He sneered. Oberon looked thoughtful for a while, but Meghan knew what he would say.

"Take him and release my daughter." He said at last. Meghan watched, her mouth dropping open as they handcuffed Ash in iron and dragged him away. She didn't know what to do. He mouthed something at Meghan, but she wasn't sure what. Once they had left the ballroom Meghan started screaming at her Seelie King father.

"HOW COULD YOU? YOU JUST GAVE AWAY THE ONLY PERSON IN THIS STUPID PLACE THAT I TRULY LOVE! THEY'LL KILL HIM! PAINFULLY! I HATE YOU FOR THIS, OBERON!" She knew screaming at the Erlking was suicide, but Meghan couldn't stop the flow of emotion. Tears poured down her cheeks in sadness, rage, regret and utter heart wrenching pain for Ash. The Iron fey would surely kill Ash, with swords or through iron poisoning she wasn't sure. The thought just made her all the more angry, and she ran from the room.

Two Hours Later:

"Puck, please. I can't do this without you."

"Fine, Princess. For you."

"Thank you so much Puck! I have a rucksack, do you want to pack one?"

"Nah. I knew you'd come eventually. I already have one, and I've dealt with the bridge guards."

"You've…Dealt…With them?" She knew it was never good when Puck dealt with someone.

"I sleep drugged them."

"Puck, you can't go around drugging people!"

"Are you coming or not?" Sighing, he walked away and Meghan followed. I promise we'll save you Ash. I promise. She thought to herself.

They weren't stopped until they reached the bridge to the Wyldwood.

"Going somewhere?" Azalea stood in front of the two, blocking the exit.

"Yeah. You to move out the way." Meghan knew it wasn't her fault, but she blamed Azalea for Ash's capture.

"Unfortunately, I can't let you leave."

"Why not?" Meghan asked, but Puck pushed her aside.

"Come on, Azza. Move? For me?" He batted his eyelids at her, and Meghan had to stifle a laugh.

"You are the most infuriating person I have ever met, Robin Good fellow. I was going to say that I can't let you leave without me."

"Yes we can! I have to save him, so you're going to move or I'm going to make you!" Hoping she sounded brave and confident, Meghan pulled her sword out of its sheath. "This is iron, bitch. Step aside."

"I am bound by my promise to Ash to accompany you."

"What? Why would you promise him anything?" She almost dropped her sword. They had both made promises?

"He has been my best friend for centuries, and I am accompany you no matter what you say, Meghan Chase."

"Lead the way then, sister." She sighed, frowning to cover up her shock. This was a story she had to hear.

My updating schedule is a bit irregular, but I try to update every other day, if not every day. Hope you enjoyed it. ;)