Fine," Kelton says, as Fizza glares at you.
"Straighten yourself out now and get ready," Kelton says. "The Queen will be here any minute, and I need my squires to look their best."
You button your vest and dust yourself off, sucking at the fuzz on your teeth and combing your hands through your hair to look presentable. You think to yourself that it's past time for a trim. You like to keep your hair…