The Measure of a Lady
[lottaxthompson]
She found little these days when it came to excitement or enjoyment. Her family was heavily preoccupied with the less-than-joyous engagement of her sister to the prince of the Southern Isles, and she’d long grown bored of the companions and activities she had at her disposal. The only things she truly enjoyed as of late were her studies, and her social meetings with Lotta. Her friend brought at least something of interest to be talked about when they met.
Nevertheless, Astrid was not in any mood to feign a smile when Lotta Thompson was escorted into the room, and she simply exhaled as if relieved to see the other woman had arrived. “Lotta, finally,” she sighed, straightening but not standing. “Please sit, dear friend. The palace has been awfully dull in recent days. Have you any news? Do tell me something.”
