Chapter 13: The Torture of Royal Protocol
POV: Gift
If I thought making change for fifty customers at the bakery was difficult, I was certainly wrong. It was nothing compared to what this old guardian was putting me through now.
“You’re wrong again, my dear lady. Your bow before His Majesty must be at an exact forty-five-degree angle. You cannot look as though you are simply searching for a coin on the floor,” Grumble reminded me with a smile, chuckling softly.
“Good grief, Grumblewick! My back feels like it’s about to break!” I complained as I struggled to straighten my posture.
We had been in the spacious area of the room for almost three hours now for what they called ‘Royal Protocol Training.’
Early the next morning, the old man had already woken me up, accompanied by four servan
