MARGUERITE | starter for @amiableangel
The ballroom was nothing Marguerite hadn’t seen before; the guests of the Prince of Wales all the usual people. Yet Marguerite laughed and flashed a charming smile at the familiar words of Lord Taylor and Sir Thompson, reveling in the lightness of the room, and the chance to see her dear friends among the crowd.
Her husband had quickly been taken to another reception-room for endless rounds of cards, and so Lady Blakeney was left to her own devices. Seeing a somewhat-familiar girl against the wall -- could it be? -- Marguerite managed to graciously untangle herself from the small crowd that had formed around her to go and greet the Grand Duchess.
“I hope you will not find me presumptuous, but may I introduce myself, Grand Duchess?” Marguerite said, her voice friendly and gentle. There was something about the girl that seemed lost, and Marguerite hated to see someone so young all adrift. “I am Lady Marguerite Blakeney. It is an honor to greet you here, in England,” she said.