I've decided to continue working on this story. At first, I lost my inspiration, but after rereading the Iron Daughter and seeing the many Imagine Iron Fey posts on Tumblr, I have gained inspiration once more. The updates will most likely take longer, though. I cannot guarantee that I will be able to post every month. At the moment I am more concerned with finishing my other fanfic, Who Knew. But I will try to update this story as often as I can until that one is done. Sorry for the late update. Well, here's chapter 2 of Winters Love. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Meghan, Rowan, or any of the other characters in this story except for ones I may makeup later in the story. Everyone else belongs to Julie Kagawa.

Clothes laid scattered across the floor of the room Queen Mab had assigned to me. I was at a complete loss at what to wear on my "date" with Rowan. I mean come on! What does one wear on a date with a Winter prince? I had no idea what to expect on this date and no idea what to wear. Should I go casual or formal? It would be nice to know where we were going so I could dress for the occasion. But then again, this was probably all a part of his plan to embarrass me should I wear the wrong thing.

At the moment I was torn between a red knit dress that had long sleeves and hung off my shoulders. Black tights and boots also accompanied the outfit. Or a plain white turtle neck sweater with black skinny jeans and boots. Decisions, decisions. A knock at the door startled me out of my clothing dilemma. I quickly walked over to the door and slowly cracked open the door to see who was outside.

Prince Rowan stood at the threshold to my room; an irritated look adorned his face. He was dressed in a snow white button up shirt with a black jacket over it. Black jeans and boots were molded to his legs which were, surprisingly, muscular.

"I thought I had a servant tell you to meet me down in the courtyard, Princess," he said, as he pushed past me into my room. I huffed in annoyance.

"Well, I was trying to decide what to wear but since you never told me I am a bit at a loss," I responded back hotly. A smirk spread across his handsome face. His attention then shifted away from me and down to the clothes that were laid across my bed. He shook his head as he walked over and picked up all the articles of clothing and then proceeded to toss them back into the closet.

"Hey! I need those! And you're gonna get them all wrinkly. What if I need to wear those in front of Mab?" I shouted as I raced by him to pick the clothes up from where he had tossed them. His only response was to laugh at me and then walk over to my dresser. I huffed at his lack of concern with my clothes and then began to fold and hang everything back up.

"Those clothes would never do for what I have in mind. Unless you don't mind them getting wet", Rowan said as he rummaged through one of my took me a minute before I realized that the drawer in question just so happened to be my underwear drawer. My face flushed with embarrassment when he lifted up one of my many pairs of boy shorts and turned to look at me, one delicate eyebrow raised.

"You really don't have any taste in underwear do you? This has got to be one of the most unattractive pairs of panties I have ever seen. And trust me, I've seen many a pair of panties."

I spluttered at his words and marched forward, snatching the offending article out of his hands.

His grin widened and he turned back around to continue his perusal. I tossed the underwear back in the drawer and slammed it shut. It was quite the shame that I didn't crush the Winter prince's fingers in the process.

"You are so…so…rude!" I shouted at him. "Normal people don't just randomly start going through someone's underwear drawer! That's private stuff there, mister! And there is nothing wrong with my underwear! They are perfectly fine, functional, and comfortable. And it's not like I'm trying to impress anyone", I said in a huff, folding my arms across my chest as I turned away from him.

"Obviously", he responded. I whirled around to glare at him. "Now as much fun as I didn't have looking through your panty drawer, if you can even call those hideous things panties, I would really like to know where your swimsuit is."

I looked up at him confused. Swimsuit? Um, did he forget that we're in Tir Na Nog, the coldest place in the world? I didn't even think there was a place to swim in this realm. I voiced these thoughts to him. Rowan stared back at me like I was retarded before he took a deep breath in.

"It's for our date. You know, the one you aren't ready for. We're going swimming in the human world and you'll need a bathing suit. Unless you want to swim naked and I can definitely get on board with that," he said giving me a seductive smirk and a quick wink. Normally, the action would've been creepy but for whatever reason today it just seemed extremely sexy. Shaking my head to try and dislodge the inappropriate thoughts running through my head, I glared up at the Winter prince. I fear I've been doing a lot of glaring here lately. I hope my face doesn't freeze like that.

"I don't have a swim suit," I said. His eyes widened a fraction and then his lips pulled down into a frown.

"Why the hell not?" he asked, clearly frustrated. I stared up at him in disbelief.

"Are you freaking kidding me? It's, like, negative 50 degrees here. When in the hell am I going to need a swim suit?"

"That's true, I suppose," he finally conceded. "Hurry and put some simple clothes on."

Rowan turned and started for the door. After he had exited I rushed to throw on a simple t-shirt and jeans. I grabbed a jacket and then ran out the door, coming to a screeching halt before I could run into him. He stared at me with an amused expression before turning around and heading off down the hall. I had to jog to keep up with him.

"Where are we going?" I asked him. He glanced at me from the corner of his eye and his quirked up into a grin.

"To get you a swim suit, and some fucking decent panties."