I shivered. I knew it was something that would happen eventually, joining High Society, I mean, but I guess I was so comfy that I hadn't really considered it. "Leislia, what is High Society like?" Her face darkened. "It's like a game, with more rules than you can imagine, you have to play all the right cards, and not mess up. Even the slightest wrong move can have you criticized across all boards, and even though you were chosen as the Holy Quitom, there may be some people who oppose you, or call you things like a fake princess. Of course some things people may say border on slander, which is punishable by execution, but you have to be careful because these noble girls choose their words carefully. You must not lash out, you must only prove you are right by maintaining your cool. Most friends you will make, will only stay your friend for as long as they can gain something by your friendship, and in High Society is where you will most likely meet the one to marry." "It seems so complicated." I said nervously. I wasn't looking forward to this at all. I thought it would be balls, and party's and keeping up social appearances. I didn't think it would be this hard. "All the rules, will I learn those when I learn etiquette?" "Yes" she nodded. "But usually ladies train from around the age of 10 to be the perfect lady. And royals 8. Unfortunately for us we don't even have a year. How long before you're 18 years old, Lerape?" "Only 4 months." I say softly. She gasps. "Well what are we waiting for! We need to get you an etiquette teacher right away!" She quickly grabs my hand and yanks me along with her again.
