"Owl?" I ask.

"A thousand greetings your highness." He bows his head.

He walks over to me. 

"I apologize for the corpse's offense." He lifts up my arm. 

"My brother... it's fine." I say.

He circles me.

"You are perfect. His majesty will be most pleased." He says.

"And who is his majesty?" I ask.

"The Moon God, he will be most pleased with your beauty little princess." He says.

"The Moon God?" My eyes widen.

"Of course, he is most anxious to meet you." He lifts my head up.

"I am unworthy to meet such a god." I lower my head.

"Little princess, you do not know?" He asks.

"Know what?" I ask.

He turns.

"Prince Nuada, son of King Balor." I answer.

"That's not what I meant little princess." He lifts my head up with his feathery finger.

"What?" I ask.

"Who is he to you, your highness." He says.

I look down.

"No... the Moon God will not be pleased with this but fear not your highness. I will fix this." He smiles.

"Fix this?" I ask.

"The Moon God will have to be known of your... dilemma." He says.

"Dilemma?" I ask.

"Fear not little princess." He turns.

I grab his hand.

"Wait, please!" I yell.

"It's almost sundown. If I were you, I'd get some sleep." He turns.