winter queens are cold and hard,
â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€" with frosted C R O W N S made of icy shards.â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"
In her short time thus far in Sacrosanct, Lux was slowly beginning to warm up to the sprawling metropolis that she was presented with. It was so entirely different than her Irish homeland, after all. She'd grown up in what most people assumed was an abandoned castle in the Northern hills of Ireland. The only people she interacted with were the Fae of her court. Until two weeks ago, she'd never seen a skyscraper. She'd never been on an airplane. She'd never even really handled human money. But all of that had changed when she'd wanted to explore the world she'd been shielded from for centuries and had turned her back on her court and her mother. She'd traded a collection of jewels for human money (a great deal, she supposed), bought a plane ticket to America, and had ended up in Sacrosanct.
Within Sacrosanct, she'd been amazed by the buildings that soared above her head. The dozens of people that lined the streets had been entirely shocking to the little fae. She'd seen other fae before, sure, but never the sheer amount that existed here. She'd never seen humans before. Or Vampires, Weres, or anything else supernatural. It was a complete culture shock to the Irish fae, and yet it was not one that was unwelcome. She liked the bustle of people. She'd liked trading some of that thick paper money to obtain a little prefurnished apartment in the Southern district. Even though it was nothing like her home back in Ireland, she loved the tiny apartment she called her own.
Today, she knew she had to attempt to trade more of that money to obtain additional clothing. She'd worn almost everything she'd brought with her from home already (some of which was developing a rather distinct... smell). She supposed that here she wouldn't have the princess status she'd had at home. There would be no one to come fetch her laundry and prepare her meals. She'd have to figure out how to exist on her own, and it was admittedly harder than she had anticipated it would be. So today, she'd put on the last clean article of clothing she had and had taken a bus (how cool was that?) to the Eastern part of town. The shops that lined the streets were a new sort of adventure for the fae girl.
But first, she had to figure out how to feed herself. She knew, of course, that her fae immorality would make it impossibly hard to starve herself, and yet she was not immune to the pangs of hunger. She ducked down a side street, grinning to herself at the smell of food that drifted from the restaurants on the street. Lux stood on the corner, eyeing the Mexican restaurants that seemed to attract her attention. She stepped inside, taking a deep breath to inhale the scents that had attracted her to the place. She didn't wait to be seated (she didn't know she needed to) nor did she occupy an empty table (there weren't any, and again, how should she know she was supposed to?). Instead, she plopped herself down across from a boy who appeared to be about her age (at least physically, she was over 400 years old, after all).
Immediately, she reached into the bowl of chips, popping one into her mouth. She sighed happily at the salty taste that erupted in her mouth. Mmm... Lux could get used to that taste. She grabbed another chip, dipping it this time in the tomato salsa that existed in the bowl. Mm. That was even better. She grinned, going for a third chip before she actually looked at the boy sitting across from her, who seemed to be gawking at her. "What are you looking at?" Lux said, her mouth quirking into a frown. "Do you need something?"
Lux Acardi