I didn't like Brynn. And she didn't like me, either.
In her opinion, I had no grace, no decorum, and no regard or respect for tradition. I had no refined qualities or charms that would distract from the catastrophe that I really was. I was too curious, too swift to speak, not nearly demure enough and apparently, I wouldn't last a single day in Court because I was a complete airhead.
The first hour was spent on the Black pedigree, and the royal families before them. "The Grahams are the next powerful family after the Blacks. They are descent from a distant royal line and have managed to retain their status and the potency of their bloodline through nine generations. You will be expected to address them with their proper titles of Lord and Ladies—"
"Ladies?" I asked curiously.
Brynn looked annoyed. "You will not interrupt me again. And yes, ladies. Lady Elowen and her daughter, Lady Tessa."
Something about the name Tessa rung a bell, but Brynn had already moved on.
