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Chapter Four: When the Unexpected Knocks on Your Door
Meghan POV
Meghan stared at the package, holding her breath. It was wrapped in a smooth, perfumed surface with the words in neat handwriting written on it:
From Prince Ash.
And when she bent down over the object to take a closer look, Meghan noticed that there was something else written in the same delicate handwriting:
I thought you needed cheering up after your little incident with Queen Mab.
Meghan shuddered at the ominous words. She had run into the frosty queen, and seen the vicious look in her eyes before she had turned her into an icicle. No way did she ever want anything like that happening ever again.
Meghan hesitated for one second, before carefully prodding at the edges of the fragile wrapping paper. She managed to get the first layer off without damaging the material inside, and then saw with a wrinkled forehead that there was another layer of paper inside. She slowly unwrapped this layer as well, with a growing impatience, only to find that there was yet another layer underneath. This pattern continued for several more rounds of unwrapping, until finally, the Summer Princess picked up the present left by the sexy Winter Prince.
She held her breath, awaiting for whatever could be lying underneath all that wrapping paper. She picked up the present, scrutinizing it from every angle and every shade of light, until she came to a puzzling conclusion.
It was a leaf.
Meg sighed, and let the worn leaf flutter in spirals to the ground. She sulked off into the furthest corner of her room, standing there in misery for a few seconds. Ash was just leading her on. He didn't like her, or have any positive feelings towards her at all, besides the glee of teasing her with this nonsense. Meghan huffed, and thought, Well, from now on, I'm going to forget about him.
"Hey, princess, are you just gonna stand there looking all emo for the rest of your life?"
Meg spun around abruptly from the familiarity in the stranger's voice. And yes, it was truly Puck. Puck, also known as the joker and troublemaker Robin Goodfellow, and caused much disaster to the royals of the Nevernever. Puck, who had been there through the good and the bad, had now showed up to get her out of here.
"Puck!" She exclaimed, and hugged him fiercely, which sent the two blinking from surprise. They had never hugged before. What was she thinking? Meghan stepped away, but couldn't help noticing how awkward the atmosphere in the room had become. "Um…" She started, but her fiercely blushing sent her into a period of silence. Puck began to recover, grinning in the way only he could, and look at her with an amused expression.
"So," he spoke slowly, "The court so bad it sent you running into my arms?" He grinned, and continued. "Well, I can't possibly deny that I am somewhat of a prince charming, but I have the feeling something's wrong." He flashed a smile, displaying pearly white teeth.
Meg bit down on her lip, and said, "Ash and Tara, my friend, have been treating me like I'm some sort of a pest. They keep looking at me and then at eachother as if they're sharing some private joke about me." Some of her self control burst when she said the last part, all the time thinking about Ash's gorgeous face. But she gathered her senses, reminding herself that Ash was the one who had sent Puck to her in the first place, or maybe that was just to get rid of her faster?
Puck was gaining a seriousness in his posture, and he drew a hand through his flaming red hair. "Don't worry," he said firmly. "You can't possibly get out of this contract now, anyways. The deals been made, and the words spoken between the royalties say strictly that you have to stay here until you are strong enough to fight off Tatiana if she were to ever challenge you or turn you into a rabbit or something. So the situation is live with it."
Meghan met his eyes with her raw determination that seemed to surprise him because it was a side of her that she rarely let people see. "I am not staying here another second," she said almost aggressively. Not over my dead body." Puck eyed her rage filled demeanor with nervousness.
Puck held his hands up in surrender. "Ok, chill, princess. I'm not your enemy here, so don't aim any lasers in my direction. But you know you've got to stay here whether you like it or not. A contract was made, and it has to be followed through. If it helps, I'll speed your training up a bit with some training of my own. It would be rather cruel if I left you alone for a long time with ice boy."
Meg sighed, but knew he had a point. "OK, so now what? I mean, where are you going to live?" A thought struck her, which sent her blushing again. "You're not going to stay in here, right?" The thought of sharing her room was more than plenty awkward. But Puck only shook his head.
"Only in your dreams, I'm afraid. I'll have a room sorted out with the servants. On second thought, ice boy probably dealt with all of the practical stuff already. He was the one who sent me, you know."
You don't have to remind me. Meg nodded, but still looked troubled.
"Hey," Puck quickly stroked the side of her cheek. "I'll help you get through this, ok? In the end, I'll make all of this worth it. You have my word on that."