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Chapter 9
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“And so, it is settled,” Mr. Ambrose proclaimed as he looked over my personal staff. “Your first assistant is Ms. Gelula Mikkelsen.”
She was thirty-four, of average height and build, with a soft, round, plain face. I chose her because she had done a three-year study abroad in America. It wasn’t the best reason, but seeing as I barely knew anything of these people, I took any connection I could find. Plus, her winged eyeliner was perfect.
“Your second assistant will come when Ms. Mikkelsen has the day off. Your guard is Ms. Thelma DeBree.” Also known as Thelma, the bear, Thelma the giant, and Thelma, the fearless. With all of those names, how could I not choose her? Apparently, she was the seventh woman in Ersovian history to enter personal guards. I wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, but I was proud for her. She had short light-brown hair, and at six feet seven inches, she was a full head taller than all the men who came in with her. Like Iskandar, she wore all black with an embroidered emblem on the breast and the number 10 under her last name.
“Your secretary is Sir Wolfgang von Wolfgang XII.”
Wolfgang grinned and lifted his boyish, freckled face high.
“Sir? Why sir and not mister?” Not to mention that I had no idea his full name was Wolfgang von Wolfgang, and he was the twelfth one in his family to have that name.
“Because my family, the von Wolfgang, belongs to the Order of the Fallen Knights,” Wolfgang answered like I knew what that meant.
“The Order of the Fallen Knights?” I repeated, and it didn’t sound any less weird coming from my mouth than it did his.
“Yes, it is—”
“Um,” Mr. Ambrose interrupted, giving him a stern look, and Wolfgang took a step back in line with the two other women waiting. Mr. Ambrose’s gaze shifted back to Odette, but the stern look in his eyes did not let up. “Miss Wyntor, the tutors you have chosen, should be the ones to teach you history—for now, at least, as we do not have time to explain everything.”
“Didn’t we finish everything on the schedule?”
“The schedule is never finished,” he said, passing me the tablet.
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2:30 – 3:00 p.m. Selection of personal staff.
3:05 – 5:05 p.m. Tour of the residency rooms and suites.
5:10 – 6:25 p.m. Preparation for dinner.
6:30 – 8:00 p.m. Dinner
8:05 – 9:00 p.m. Pašrévaka
9:00 p.m. – 7:30 a.m. Rest
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Jesus, was every moment scheduled here? Actually, he had answered that. The schedule was never finished.
