“I can’t wait to see you.”
“You too, Mol.”
“Thanks for doing this.”
“I can’t believe I’m going to a ball.” I smiled. Maybe there was a way to smooth things over with my best friend.
“See you soon.”
I hung up and looked at Ayla. She was holding a leather-bound notebook. I was nervous by the time she finished with me, my head would be crammed with whatever was in there.
“Are you ready to get started?” she asked.
I nodded. “Lesson number three hundred fifty-two.” I sighed.
“I promise to make it as painless as possible.” She smiled lightly. “But as usual, we don’t have much time. We need to review the guest list, royal customs for balls, and I think we need to account for at least three hours for your wardrobe.”
“Three hours?” My eyes popped. “Shouldn’t I study the attendees longer than having my hair done?”
Ayla laughed. “It’s all equally important.”
“I don’t see how that’s possible.”
She patted the sofa. I sat next to her, making sure my ankles rested against each other in a slight slant as she had taught me. I was amazed at how quickly I had started to adapt to the nuances of acting royal.
“As Royal Consort you’ll have to reconcile what is important to the king versus what you’re accustomed to as an American. I don’t pretend that it’s easy. If it were, there wouldn’t be a position for someone like me. Royal expertise is an honored and respected profession in Galona. I trained for years, Molly. Becoming royal isn’t something to be taken lightly.
“It’s not any of my business if that’s something you need to consider. It’s my job to help you have every tool you need to be on the king’s arm.”
Ayla was too polite to be rude. She wouldn’t be callous like Sutcliffe. She wouldn’t push me like Damon. I believed she genuinely wanted me to succeed, but I heard her subtle messages. This role was unlike anything else I’d ever experience. And it wasn’t for everyone. Dominic’s story had taught me that some relationships weren’t going to be strong enough to withstand the cloud over the crown.
She didn’t consider spending hours to choose fabric and accessories a waste of time. To her it completed the package. Knowing the name of foreign dignitaries carried as much weight as being dressed in a well-known designer with a stunning clutch to hold.
“Alya, I’m not actually becoming royal. This is for show. For Damon.”
It must have sounded sacrilegious. But why should we all continue with the charade behind closed doors?
“You are going to the king’s Royal Consort. That is not a show.” She flipped open the leather cover. “Let’s get started.”
“I didn’t mean to offend you, Ayla, or the crown.”
“It’s important we cover the differences between the king’s cabinet and the royal advisory board. One is a part of Galona’s government and the other is part of royal tradition.”
“And where do I fall as the consort?”
“You are under the royal side. Since the ball tonight includes both groups you’ll have to study each group and understand how they fall under the king’s rule.”
“All right. I can do that.”
I’d spent the past year doing nothing but studying. I was a professional student. If I framed tonight as an exam I had to cram for, I could nail the details down.
“Ayla, can I have some note cards?”
She tilted her head sideways. “Note cards?”
“Yes. I need note cards if I’m going to make this work.”
“Anything else?”