Two days.
Marianne Lancaster survived two more days of Princess Heather.
Two days of tantrums polished into royal diction. Two days of sighs so dramatic one could chart weather patterns from them. Two days of being informed, repeatedly, that Palatine architecture was either "depressingly functional" or "too ornamental" when she saw the traditional side of the palace. That the guards "needed more sparkle," and that if Dax truly wished to impress her, he would have met her at the airport personally with flowers, a crown, and possibly a choir.
By the end of the first day, Marianne's right eye had developed a twitch.
By the end of the second, she had started mentally identifying nearby windows in case she developed the overwhelming urge to test gravity using royalty.
She once won a negotiation with Dax of Saha himself and walked away with most of her sanity intact.
Heather, however, was a different kind of battlefield.
Still, duty remained duty.
