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I stormed right out of there. All kinds of furious, and happy to be. The problem with being fae is that the Tinkerbell theory is correct. There really is only room for one emotion at a time, so while I was angry I got to be entirely angry. Raging and seething, and wondering who the hell she thinks she is because if Ivy thought that the word wife means that she can behave like that she is sorely mistaken. I didn’t want to talk to her anymore, and I didn’t, because she made no move to follow me. Just let me stomp my way through the castle in a royal strop while people muttered ‘your majesty’s’ and got out of the way. Really quite quickly. So I must have had some kind of thunder cloud following me around, like a cartoon aura where everything around them changes while they walk past. Brie
