So follows a span of months in direct service to Her Majesty the Queen—a posting that would make the aging Timshel or dour-faced Millicent back in Port Covens absolutely froth with envy. The vision is amusing enough that you're tempted more than once to send a carrier pigeon relating all the particulars.
Rather than appearing in sessions of the full Court, you stay closer to Her Majesty's rhythms, which you learn do not intersect with those of the King nearly as often as one might expect from husband and wife. Queen Hero is often called upon to host this delegation or that dignitary—or the spouses and consorts of the same—whilst King Saul is engaged in clandestine matters. At these smaller teas and luncheons, you're called upon to spread relaxation and goodwill.
At first, you are eminently mindful of Steward Fig's admonition not to risk giving the Queen any embarrassment…but as time passes and your comfort increases, so does your boldness—as exemplified by a particular case: