“....I did not. That was mistral, and he has already been judged for that.” “My brother was nothing but your instrument Mab. He would not act without orders.”Belladonna said coldly, not even for a moment believing her, before paling. Running towards james even as Ziza reared, watching mab fall as she reached james, looking him over. “You’re fine?”She muttered before looking down at the dying queen, nodding slightly as she went still. “Yes...a proper funeral. I will see that it is done.”She said looking up at the waiting small army, tilting her head. Before her eyes widened, she hadn’t expected that. Staring at the fae lord walking towards them and stopped, “I am, Lord Byrne.” “Captain Frost, I did not know that you ever took sides in war.” “When my lady demands attention, I must follow.....if only to stop her madness.”Frost frowned, the gauntlet on his fists shimmering with his namesake, indeed he was frost given life, and the act that mab’s sword bore a edge of melting frost said that even if the blow had landed, it would have been dulled. Some, had fought, as best as they could to control mab’s madness. “Indeed. James, may I introduce Frost, mab’s captain of guard, and usually the one who bore the brunt of her rage?”She muttered before tilting her head. “Do you know where the lady is?” “....No. Not for sure. But I think....I think she is in the summer court, a way to hold sway over Oberon, for he could sense her presence, but simply thought it was his response to Lady Mab, not Titiana."