A/N: It's pajama day today. I'm so comfy right now. I wish I could do this as a living.

My precious Ash, my last remaining son of Winter announced his undying love for the Summer half-breed of Oberon in front of all Faery.

I tried to get him back. I truly did. But he was stubborn as ever, and rules were rules. Ancient laws would not, could not be be broken for the ungrateful son of Winter. I was forced to banish my son.

At least the mortal followed him. Then I would not have to see her ever again- her banishment would ensure that. And living without Robin Goodfellow wouldn't be bad at all.

Even then, I was still inconsolable. All three of my beloved sons, my first snowfalls of Winter, my precious, one-of-a-kind snowflakes were gone forever.

Meghan Chase killed them all.

Oberon and I allied against each other against the Iron fey. To save our land, our world and our kingdom, yes, but moreover- no one would ever taint the Scepter again. They would never touch what was stored inside. Never.

It had soon become clear we were losing. We needed something- some one- to help us. Someone that was immune to the effects of iron. Someone who could waltz straight through enemy territory unharmed.

We needed the half-breed.

Of course, we knew she wouldn't come without Ash. So it was suggested by one of the sidhe at the meetings- though as to which it was, the memory has always eluded me- that we lift the banishment of all three that were exiled that day. Such a thing was unheard of, but necessary.

I would get to see my son again.

And when he returned, what did I find? The fool had become her knight! Forever sworn to her, to protect her, to sacrifice for her, to endure everything- solely for her. To die when she died.

She had stolen from me. Nothing I could ever do could doom him the way she had. Nothing.

I aided them in their quest to kill the "false" king of the Iron fey. What else could I do? My son was no longer mine. I could only hope my last remaining heir, the last son of Winter, would endure. Survive. And maybe, just maybe, come back home. Two amulets that provided slight immunity from the Iron Realm, inspired by a certain cait sith, would help improve those chances, no matter how small.

I did not see them off. Word had it that Rowan, who was still alive at that time, had tried to invade the camp and assault the girl. How to react to that, I did not know. And so the icy mask of indifference settled upon my face once again.

A/N: Blegh, I hate running out of time to write. Please rate and review! It would mean so much to me.