Sorry! It's been a harsh week, the first one back in school. Lots of projects have been filling up every free second in my life, so I haven't had time for an update. So here it finally comes! This chapter will have the perspective of perhaps an unexpected person. Three guesses. Yes, it is Puck :P. One thing I added to the story was that now Mab has some psychic powers. I know that I have broken the rules before, like how oaths are made, but this detail is just added to make it more interesting.

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/Mininski

Chapter 6: What Fell Apon Me

Puck POV:

Yuck. How the hell could the Winter fey survive on this stuff? I raised a daring eyebrow at the redcap servant standing in the corner who seemed to be enjoying this just as much as me. He glared back at the boisterous trickster that I was, and gave a threatening grunt.

Much of the court had treated me the same. I wish I could say the same about the royals. The Winter princes had been one thing, going all dagger-against-your-threat on me, with the exception of the youngest one, whom had sent me in the first place. But Miss Ice Queen didn't need a dagger to make her threats clear. Lately, she had discovered that she could link her ice powers to her psychic ones, and now instead of actually turning me into an icicle, she gave me misereable thoughts of being one for the rest of my days unless I behaved in her court. She also, by use of her totally-unfair-that-she-has-them-powers, let me know that I wasn't to "try anything on the Summer princess".

That caused a bit of confusion in the seldom used space that is referred to as my brain. She didn't think I had the hots for Meg, did she? Because even though I had been through the good and the bad (especially the bad) with her, I had never thought of her in …. that kind of way, if you know what I mean. Technically, I have been stalking her for sixteen years, but that doesn't mean anything, does it?

And why does the queen care? Suddenly a thought sent my chewing the disgusting porridge to a halt. The royals weren't planning a wedding between Ash and Meg, were they? For some reason, that sent my heart beating furiously. No way. No way could they make my Meg marry that… that… that Ash. He was bad for her in about five million ways. First of all, he was a player who's only interest in life was being pro at sword fights and getting into girls' pants. Reason numero dos: The guy had still not gotten over Ariella, even though in human years, she had died about 70 years ago.

Ariella. I closed my eyes, and allowed myself for a brief moment to remember her. A girl with white blond hair, who moved elegantly through a room as if she were built out of shadows. Someone to remember, to love, to mourn.

I shook my head and snapped out of it. I had to move on, or I was going to get all moody like ice boy. And no way was I going to be like that.

I pushed the plate aside and returned to my thoughts of the marriage. Why would the royals want something like that? I mean, I knew that the so called Iron fey were closing in on us, but did that mean the royals wanted to unite their kingdoms to destroy the Iron one? No, in the Nevernever, love between the two courts would be impossible. It was laughed upon and detested by every single faery.

It had to be something else. My thoughts buzzed around my brain like vicious bees, when suddenly, a blond head appeared by me. I looked up at Meg, surprised to find her here. On most days, she stayed inside her room acting all depressed about ice boy when she wasn't training with him. In a way I pitied her. She had only been here for about two weeks, and already had she fallen for the icy charm of a certain prince. And not only that. He seemed to enjoy being friendly to her one second, and then a downright jerk to her the next. No wonder the girl was confused. She was a mouse stuck in a cat's nasty claws.

"Hey," Meg said casually, as if she hadn't been spending the last two weeks as a water fall of tears. She popped down into the seat next to me. I glanced at her, and grinned my famous Robin Goodfellow grin. This caused her to smile back vaguely, which was better than nothing, considering that she had been depressed lately.

Meg started to say something, but then bit her lip. A brief blush crossed her face quickly, and then she took a deep breath. I waited for whatever she had to say with all the patience I could summon. "Um, you don't think that maybe Ash likes me or anything, does he?"

I stared back at her before I could recollect myself. Dear God. She didn't think Ash was in love with her, did she? Because he wasn't. He sure wasn't.

"Well- " I began, lacking my usual confidence. I was interrupted, however, before I could say anything else.

"Oh, I was just wondering, since he asked me out on a date."