Speaking of kings and courts, Aisling finds she is not walking alone, and a frosted leaf lands on her shoulder... 

"Speaking your 'adorable' little song to lure in the pathetic and meek again, Little one?" The winter king himself  chuckles walking beside her, he' bares no armor this time, but just a noble set of clothes, he almost looks elegant- if she didn't already know better than to be regaled by the pretty looks of the fae.  "I was just on my way to visit your king and bide some idle time in company of a friend. Hope you do not mind i accompany you on your little walk?"