"You," you repeat dully. "Meaning…"
"You. Potentially. Indulge the hypothetical, young Bandochel," Malodoro says, snapping her fingers, "and elucidate for us what you think best expresses what about you would appeal to His Royal Highness King Saul IV."
The balcony stones seem to fluctuate under your feet as you try to focus. They cannot…they cannot possibly be extending to you the prospect of a life in Westfenster Palace. In the service of the Crown!
Like as not, they've made up their minds about what is to happen with you. You should try to be as natural as possible in your performance and let fate carry you where it will.
They are watching you closely. How would you please a King?