A/N: Short and simple. Keep it short and simple, Mykee. Short. And. Simple.
Alright! Now the story actually gets somewhere. Meghan comes in now. I never really liked her. Anyone else? No? Ah, I tried.
Disclaimer:
Although I wish I owned some of it, I do not own any part of the Iron fey series, its characters, it's settings, or its plot. (Except the sucky bits in this fic. Those are most likely mine. )
I loved my boys. Although I would never say it, they meant the world to me. But the world would never know that. Love, as I have said countless times, is for the weak. Queen Mab, is not, by any circumstance, weak.
Time passed. My boys grew older. Rowan grew more dangerous in the politics of the fey, and Sage grew to be a formidable heir. Ash fell in love with Ariella, one of the nobles' daughters. As much as I looked down in them, I let fate run its course. For I knew first-hand that no matter how loyal my son was to me, I could not stop love.
Ariella died, and Ash went into despair. I pitied him... Slightly. But love was a weakness. He let himself succumb.
Life went on. Rumors started, of a half-breed daughter of Oberon. I wasn't concerned. As soon as she came into the Nevernever, I would seize her and do with her what I wish. Oberon had given himself a very easy target. As for my sons, the pattern of daily life went on, never changing drastically, never altering. They all remained true sons of Winter.
And we were content.
For a while.
What happened, you say? No, no one fell off a hill and died. At least, the falling off the hill part is false. Something else happened, something much less preferable than a death.
Meghan Chase stepped into our lives and killed all three of my beloved sons.
A/N: Kinda short. I'm sorry. I wanted to get all the rest of this part in before the spoilers started. I think it was an okay place to stop. There are major spoilers for the series in the next chapter. Tread carefully, friendships.