Chapter 9

The king kept on staring at me as I desperately tried to remember what Cora had taught me. This was not a simple dinner, this was a test and I was about to fail it. I could not recall what piece of cutlery was used with what dish, where I was supposed to lay my napkin, or how I had to address the people around me, especially the king.

"Are you comfortable in the room I gave you?" He asked as the servants poured wine into our glasses.

His voice drew me out of my worries.

"Yes," I replied curtly, before taking a sip from my glass.

I didn't normally like the taste of wine, but I was nervous, and maybe a little alcohol would help ease my nerves or help me remember my lessons.

The first dish arrived and I had no idea what piece of cutlery to ta