Incarnate

“My son awaits you, Calla. You will find him at the buffet. Go, seek him out,” Mabh demanded of her. Tatiana, hiding her disgust, nodded to her daughter to do as told. “Hopefully she will be assassinated when you produce an heir. That ugly wench doesn’t deserve to sit on dirt,” Herb whispered in her ear as they headed toward the buffet. “So what does prince charming look like?” “I do not know. I have never met him before, and no one has told me a thing about him. I am scared, Herb. What if he is just like his mother?” “The queen of the troublesome trio is scared of some little faery prince? Come on, you can hold your own, you know it,” Herb said, elbowing her playfully. She smiled at his banter. Looking around, she searched the small crowd that circled the buffet. She saw a few who were certainly not him, for their ragged appearances indicated they were less than royalty. As she searched, she noticed one in particular watching her from the other side of the buffet. He looked breathtaking. With solid white eyes, hair to match, and green tinted skin, completely unique. He wore a suit that must have been made from the night sky for the darkness of it. Her feet were taking her toward the faery without her permission. She felt a pull toward him and forgot all about the prince she was supposed to be looking for. When she finally reached him, she stared into his pure white eyes, noticing a tiny black pupil in the middle of them. “Hi, Calla,” he said, breaking her stare. She blinked confused. She didn’t remember ever meeting him or telling him her name. “I’m sorry. Do I know you?” she asked. “No, but soon. I’m Rye.” She looked at him, confused. “Mabh’s son.” Shock clear on her face as the realization hit her.