A/N: I promised this, didn't I? Sorry it's been awhile since you've seen me, but I've been busy with homework (mounds and mounds), book blogging (which means I have to devote a good amount of my time to reading) and working on my assorted novels. So, I'm back now though. These chapters are longer then they were for the TOTALLY OOC! Challenge, though, so it might take me a little longer to write them. But, you know...

Fic-wide disclaimer: If I owned it, I would be posting these on my blog where people might actually read them, and I'd get real credit for them. Not on here. :)

Being the only princess of the Seelie Court does have its advantages. I don't have to be worried about dying every other day, which is more than can be said for most of the population of the Nevernever.

Of course, being the only princess of the Seelie Court can have its disadvantages as well.

I read the note in my hand one more time before tossing it in the fire. I already had the note memorized, so I didn't have to read it again, but I liked tracing his letters, touching the curves of his 'c's and the sharp, crisp lines of his 'k's. I traced over the simple triangle he signed with, instead of his name. Names are powerful things, and if anyone knew what went on between me and him… but the triangle was better. To them, it meant nothing. To us, it represents an icicle.

My name is Princess Meghan of the Seelie Court, daughter of Lord Oberon, king of the same. I would say that I am Queen Titania's daughter as well, but I am fairly certain that is incorrect. My father's wife has never liked me, nor do I resemble her in any way. My father has never told me from whose womb I came, but it doesn't matter. I have no surname, or if I do, it is unknown to me. Royalty need nothing other than their titles for recognition. I am the daughter of the Erlking, and that is all that's important.

Remembering his note, I rise from where I lounged in my private chambers and walk to my enormous wardrobe. Dresses of every color, cut, and material hang like a rainbow - if the human is particularly emotional, that is. I have only been in the mortal world a handful of times, so as to understand how to use human's emotions to fuel my glamour. My protector and teacher Robin Goodfellow never let me go far from the trod, gazing fearfully around as if being this close to iron would kill me within seconds.

Which was untrue, of course. It would take several years, if not centuries, to kill off one such as Puck. I hadn't seen what the big to-do with iron was, anyway. Yes, it was disgusting. But I didn't begin getting sick if around it like the other fey.

But, standing in front of my wardrobe of primarily dresses, which I wore most of the time, I looked deeper. His note had read:

M,

I have gone "hunting" in the wyldwood today. I will be at the field of blue roses. I have missed you terribly.

Love,

[an upside down triangle]

When planning a secret rendezvous in the wyldwood, it was best not to wear something so… constricting. And trousers and hiking boots may be easier to walk and run in then other garments. Though I knew he would prefer it if I came in a dress.

Shedding the dress I was currently wearing to put on the more practical, if not manly, garments, I ran a brush through my fine, white-blonde hair before exiting my chambers.

Walking quickly through the hallways I kept my head down and my pace steady. Despite my unique hair color, inherited from my father, no sidhe or fey took notice of my presence. I was glad to avoid the disgusted glares leveled my way when I wore my royal finery. I did not know why other fey disliked me, or if it was because of a certain event or thing I did. It had seemed like it had always been this way, since I was born.

I passed the throne room quickly, without as much as a glance inside. I knew my father was not present in Arcadia at this time, out on royal business of some sort. His absence was the only reason I had been able to sneak out.

I walked to the nearest section of the Hedge and entered, walking through the tunnels I knew would deposit me in the wyldwood. It would be a good long travel from where the Hedge would take me to where he had asked to meet, but it was okay. I had my bow and a quiver of arrows, along with a small dagger. And he would wait for me. I knew he would.

Sure enough, when I entered to a field of blue roses, he was there, waiting for me. His black coat flapped around him and his sword hung at his side. I've seen fey all my life, have been surrounded by such beauty since I was born, but there was something about him and his dark hair and silver eyes that seemed to make him even more beautiful than the rest.

He must have heard me, for he turned and was beside me in an instant.

"Meghan," Ash, the third prince of the Unseelie Court said, wrapping his arms around me. "I've missed you."

A/N: First chapter done! What say you?