The luncheon continued with all the elegance and restraint one might expect from a royal event, but for Q, it was starting to feel like a test of patience rather than a lesson in etiquette. The princess assigned to her—a girl whose name she still hadn't managed to commit to memory—was now making an effort to engage her in conversation.
The problem was that the effort was about as natural as a cat trying to swim.
"So," the princess began, her voice lilting in that polished way all RAPS royalty seemed to perfect by the age of ten. "Miss Weston, is it? How long have you been... training?"
Q straightened in her seat, careful to maintain the posture Lady Orita had drilled into her.
"I've only just started, Your Highness," she replied, her tone measured and polite. "It's been an adjustment, but I'm learnin' a lot. The lessons on table settings and—"