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 ...