"Lord of Autumn," she murmured appreciatively. Titles were still just out of her reach, but she was working on it. Currying favor with those in her court, playing nice with important people. "The chaos in Lambeth makes it an ideal place. Enforce order. And there's cause to use violence. Others already are."

And violence from a fae would cause a human backlash. A human backlash would help spark the fire she wanted.

"I intend to make a strike in September."