Oliver
Lord Martin and I remained tight-lipped as he led me through the maze back to my apartment. With each step echoing through the empty hallways, the temperature within me rose. It was the combination of the anxiety associated with opening NYC Broadway Show Reviews and reading the critic's evaluation of your performance mixed with the reality that I was impersonating a royal in the presence of royals.
Although I was confident in my interaction with the queen, it was Princess Lucille who had me troubled in more ways than my continued employment.
My inner furnace was ablaze by the time we reached the apartment. In the presence of Lord Martin and Lady Caroline, I stripped off my suitcoat, tugged at my tie, and struggled with the buttons on my shirt.
“Your Highness?" Lord Martin que
