Camilla sizes up her surroundings. "This room needs flowers, like mine." It's so bare. "Didn't you know you could just ask and you can have anything you want in this castle?" Quick as a fawn she darts into the hallway and can be heard calling for a house elf; then she's back, with a bunch of paperwhites in a vase. She's tall enough to place them triumphantly on the desk.

Satisfied, the child climbs up onto the bed to sit facing Charles, her legs tucked under her. She watches her brother's hands as they shuffle the cards.