I couldn't believe these women were pretending to be okay with this. It actually pissed me off. Why didn't any of them give a hint that they didn't want a fuckboy King for a husband? How could all of them be fine with that?!
I simmered through the addresses of three different tutors—one to teach us how to respond when someone who used to outrank us gave us "deference," one to explain the King's usual schedule and responsibilities and how we would be expected to fit our lives to his, and the third to outline exactly how The Select fit into the Court, who we should curtsey to, and who we should expect to bow to us.
The whole thing just sounded boring and bureaucratic—not to mention Patriarchal.
Yet these women just swallowed it all without complaint or question. Without even an eyebrow raise.
By the time we were told to take our lunch, including a walk in the garden, before the afternoon's "instruction," I was hopping mad.
