Chapter 3
"What! Mab never show's up with this little announcement! Why does she expect us to let her in now! We need to prep..."
"Quiet. Wait till we are in our private sector of the palace before discussing this," Father snapped as we reached the main gates of the palace, "and we must glamor your clothes, I would rather not see you murdered by your mother for wearing that... rubbish." I sighed yet again, I have been sighing a lot today haven't I, as father waved his hand with a grand flourish,and a huge poofy gown fell across my shoulders, it was gold and pink and white with lots of frilly lace. I glared at it and him, before snapping my fingers and turning it into a long loose fitting gown of green and silver.
"It was pink," I said to his angered expression.
He was about to snap back when a shrill voice rang out from above us, "Took you long enough, a messenger arrived, we have one hour till she arrives, and dear what in sanity's name are you wearing?" I looked up to see a woman in a gown very similar to the one my father had tried to put me in standing above us on the terrace. Her long fine hair looked exactly like mine, as did her angular cheekbones, lips, nose, body, and every other part of her, except her eyes and attitude. I was glad that I had my eyes for my own at least, even if I was her, I was Titania, physically anyway's. A grimace hit my lips along with a small flick of my hand as she yelled down, no excuse me, sang, a queen never yells, "Oberon, we have an hour and none of us but for you know why she's coming and," a crashing noise came from within the palace, "You insolent thing that had better be fixed soon or" she drifted off. "Up now you three."
I turned almost surprised to see Puck there, he was uncharacteristically quiet, as Papa said, "It was both of you wasn't it, what did you do th the poor servants?"
Puck and I glanced at each other, "What did you do?" I prompted, "I hit a quick leg grab."
"Visions."
"Of what?"
A smile crossed his lips, "Do you really want to know princessa? Daddy might think you're an accomplice this time. I could have easily managed both spells."
"Crow lions? Or Grim calling in a favor, that would be worse I think."
"Leg grabs and visions, My Lord King," was Puck's reply.
"Ah, well let's get in and stop the fiasco, you should both be there to hear this." The grim expression on his face told me that, why ever Mab was coming was bad. Really bad.
"Time to call in favours, dad, or..."
"Worse," he looked at Goodfellow for some reason, like he should understand, "they are stirring."
Goodfellow turned pale white, "Surely not, they haven't been seen since..."
My father nodded, "The Shadow Court rises again."
