Angeline stared through the rain-streaked window at the fairy encampment on the lawn. Whatever Artemis called it – business venture, olive branch – for her it was an amusement. There was always something happening. Right now there was a little blonde fairy struggling desperately with a collapsed tent, belongings fleeing with the wind. The visual comedy almost made Angeline laugh.

Then she realised who it was: that dethroned princess, Lili Frond, who had to pretend to be elegant and strong but was really lost at sea. Angeline always liked her.

She reminded her of herself.

Angeline went to find her coat.