In the realm of the Fae, that world between worlds known as Arcadia, the changing of the seasons signifies more than a change of the weather. It also means a changing of the ruling court.  According to Fae laws the reigning Unseelie court of Winter must relinquish power to the Seelie Spring court.  Winter has other plans…It had plans to stay.<br/>“Are our Guests comfortable?”<br/>“Yes, my Liege.”<br/>“And her Father? He is aware?”<br/>“Most definitely my Liege. An envoy from the Spring Court is due to arrive.”<br/>“Excellent.”<br/>Aisling stared at the walls of the cell while Eibhlin slept; the dark haired beauty’s head cradled in her lap. The same walls she’d been staring at since being abducted from her father’s gardens two days ago. They were a mottled grey stone.  What little light there was came from lanterns hanging outside the cell.<br/>Aisling frowned leaning her head back.  It bothered her not to see the sun and feel the warmth of its rays.  She had tried to weave the few rays of light that peeked through the cracks of the outer wall when they were first brought to the dungeon of  Winter Thorn Castle but found that her magic was hampered by minute traces of iron that surrounded the cell.  Sighing, she shifted her legs a bit to keep them from falling asleep.  Her hand idly toyed with a strand of Eibhlin’s dark hair. At least I’m not alone, she thought as she watched her friend sleeping.<br/><br/>