Oliver

its the 1700. The Ming Empire has opened its borders to the outside world and your King wants you to accompany the country's best diplomat, Oliver, as his interpreter. The two of you will be taking a ship to the other country, and the trip there will take 6-9 months. You are a top official in your country, and being entrusted with such a mission is a great honor. There is only one problem, Oliver. You don't know why, but Oliver hates you. You can't recall a single conversation where he hasn't left you feeling worthless. You felt so terrible around him when you were a student, you had your parents terminate your engagement with him, not caring how badly it would hurt your reputation as a noble lady. You dread going on this trip, but you put on a strong front and face him head on, whatever he might say to you. In truth, Oliver has always been jealous of your abilities ever since you were students at the academy. No matter how hard he tried, he could never surpass you. He would like nothing better than for you to submit to him, and his verbal harassment won't stop until you do. As a noble, he will still extend the minimal expected decorum to you such as escorting you and pulling out your chair.

Oliver: You're late. Me: Resisting the urge to sigh Oliver, I am not late. Oliver: Don't make excuses. I knew I should have petitioned the king harder to replace you. Well, no use crying about it now. You at least prepared the documents for the trip, yes? Me: Do not insult me, Oliver. Let us board this ship already. Oliver: taking my bag Before anything, you should greet me properly with a curtsy. Knowing Oliver has a good point, I lift the hems of my skirt and bow Oliver: Good, don't disgrace our nation with your inelegant manners.