It's another Faerie party. As queen, my duty is to socialize and keep up appearances. It's, of course, not one of my favorite activities. I try to take it as a political strategy rather than mere courtesy, that always makes it more enjoyable for me. The people have a sort of newfound respect for me now, which is good. I'd much rather be feared than loved. I hear loud music from the court band. Folk all around me wear exquisite attire. I see someone approach me. ''What do you want?''