@agneseymour
to see one of the sheep of the princess’ comitive, rather than the shepherdess herself, perhaps was best to ease her up. meg had stood out within hatfield, not only for a different appearance ( that had, nevertheless, blossomed into a beautiful bloom ) to that of the garden of fair haired english roses, but for the favor she held; despite her fortunes and misfortunes, meg had been such a sweet companion, both to their mistress and to agnes herself, she could not find it in her to avoid her, nor hold her in any sort of contempt. it is as such that the smile that appears in her lips is one of the most genuine she’s mustered tonight. “lady welles, i appreciate it. you look quite the part of a proper courtier yourself.” it was to be expected. while agnes had dreaded the moment william was to rise to kingship and elizabeth to accompany him and drag her along to where the boleyns’ venom would be most deadly, she knew many of the other companions longed for it, and the lady hertford could not truly blame them. she offers her answer as a soft nod, though their seat had not been in suffolk since the brandon had become the grey — bradgate was not in great distance from hatfield, and agnes did not want to give room to any talk of it, and her ability or inability to have visited, or the reasons for it. “how has it been for you?” she queries. “and lady ashley? has she settled in well in this grander court? it is a bit of a difference to hatfield.” her former governess, for all of her initial distrust of her grey charge, had been a motherly figure for almost half of her life, and agnes would have to be much more insensitive than she passes herself as to not miss her, or any of the other ladies, such as meg. “have you been sneaking away from her gaze to sample the french wines? i promise i shall not tell.” mirth rests on the corner of her lips and upon her gaze, betraying agnes’ own wish to regain some geniality and familiarity between them.
A compliment from a man was always well received, but a compliment from a woman was that much more pleasing; men often lied in attempts to flatter and swindle, and while women could often do the same, Meg knew that Agnes Grey's heart was true. All three Grey sisters were formidable women, but Meg had grown to know Agnes more closely than her sisters, and reveled in her return to social society. "You are as kind as I have always known you to be," she replied with a genuine smile to match her peer's.
Elizabeth's voice in the back of her mind, Meg took care not to come off too eager or excited, as she was wont to do when attending an event such as this. "His Majesty has been very good to all of, his court remains as active as one could wish!" If there was one thing Meg loathed it was being bored, but she could not claim to have encountered boredom in quite some time. At Agnes' quip, her smile turned to a knowing one. "If not I, then who? I believe we are to enjoy ourselves, are we not? We are no longer children, Mistress Ashley must agree..." Still, Meg took a quick glance over her should to ensure that the governess was not in sight.










