Oliver
Lord Martin announced the arrival of the chief minister. “Mrs. Drake is here to see you, Your Highness."
Mrs. Drake curtsied before coming closer.
Nodding to Lord Martin, he retreated, leaving me alone with the woman in charge of my hire. Losing the accent, I spoke, “The curtsy is unnecessary. You know who I am."
“Remain in character, Oliver. If you don't, you could slip up, and there's no margin of error here."
While there was something reassuring about hearing my real name, the seriousness of her tone brought the reason of this visit to mind.
With the accent intact, I took a seat and gestured to the chair before me. “If this is to continue, I'll need access to more state information."
Mrs. Drake took the seat. Her lips remained sealed.
“What is the end game?" I asked
