Red's back ached. She had sat straight for three straight hours now as she listened to Ari's discussion on the customs of the faey nobles. Her waist down was numb and she almost can't feel her toes.
Ari had been strict with her.
She sat straight, legs pressed together, her hands on top of her thighs. Breast out, chin tucked in, head held high. She wasn't allowed to move even if something itched.
Which from time to time something actually did.
Apparently, Kleister Lakschmidt was an eccentric light elf of noble descent. He devoted all his life to the creation of weapons for the Faey Militia and was known to never speak with the common faeys.
He had high regard to etiquette but was also known for his really bad temper. His servants, even his family, kept their head low and avoided to irk him in any way. While Ari had lectured Red on how to properly greet a noble faey, he did not allow her to slack off.
They can't afford to lose precious time.
