“let us talk plainly,” joanna starts, stood beside elizabeth beauchamp as they watch the trail of noblewomen do their dance around the rooms, vying for attention from either royalty or wealth. “do you see that girl in the red trim? she is so UGLY i dare say she will have to enter a convent to find satisfaction in a man, and even then, HE is a tough sort to deal with!” she laughs behind her veil, masking her greedy satisfaction as she eats sweet treats glazed with honey imported from a country joanna couldn’t pronounce. she licks her lips, residue left on the tip of her tongue as she hums and laughs LOUDER as the girl once spoke off turns to face the young women of the court. it is childish, but joanna of portugal was not known to be mature beyond her years of ten and nine! and so she falls back into her seat, eyes piercing the girl before they flutter back to the crowd of young men who boast fine looks and straightened postures. “they are quite handsome too, though i fear they are pompous and lesser than my OWN status... perhaps they are fitting for yourself, elizabeth?” joanna’s suggestion is not meant to sound malicious or with bad intent, but her tongue spoke clearly with no tact to mask her words. truthfully, she adored elizabeth who’s mother had experienced the fine humility of the braganza family. “...or have you found yourself a suitor yet?” ( closed starter for @beauchampx )
