Edwina considered what was said for a moment and nodded tentatively. “I do not believe it matters if that person is a gentleman or a lady,” she replied, only loud enough for Agnes to hear. “Love is the only thing that matters. It is so difficult to come across true, genuine love in this world and you may never know when it can be taken from you. To that end, it may be difficult but I hope that nothing prevents you from pursuing whoever your heart races for.” She concluded, reading from her friend’s expression that she was finished discussing the topic. Especially here and now. “You have?” She asked almost as if it were a reflex, her spirit lifting with the discussion. “I—” She began with a smile, suddenly feeling rather bashful as she thought of the prince. “—I believe I am. He is goodness and kindness itself. It is still strange to believe that he has chosen me.” She nodded eagerly at the mention of her sister’s upcoming nuptials. “Indeed, I will pass on your congratulations. I am exceedingly happy, as is she which is … all I have wished to see for years.”
She was eternally grateful for her friendship with Edwina. She was strong minded, and caring and it was something she needed. She needed someone who understood her, and in honesty, she appeared to understand her more than she did herself. “Thank you, Edwina, I truly appreciate you.” She reassured with a warm smile. She was happy for her, and the happiness she had found. She could not imagine courting a prince, or a princess for such matters -- it was royalty that required protocol, and she was not keen on such ideas. However, Prince Friedrich seemed kind and he made Edwina happy, that was all she ever wished for her. “I think you sound perfect for each other, both equally as kind.” She smiled, tilting her head. “Your sister appeared rather stubborn at first, but when in the company of the Viscount, she seems smitten.” She commented with a smile.