His Grace Has Returned

She had been stupid enough to see only how his actions affected her, but blind to how her words affected him. Beth sighed.

"Will this do?"

Beth turned and studied the dress Anna held up. It was the simple grey dress she had seen the other day with frilly pleats at the bottom and extra pleats at the hand and neck. A couple of buttons were added to fasten it properly. She thought it to be beautiful. "It will, very much."

Anna laid it on the bed and proceeded to help her unzip. "My Lady, if I may."

"What is it?" She stepped out of the dress.

"This morning…"

Beth turned immediately. "Did you speak of it to anyone?"

"No, no, My Lady. I would never."

Her eyebrows rose. "To Thomas?"

"It is not mine to speak of."

"It is no one's to speak of." Beth corrected.

Anna held her hands together. "That moment has not visited my lips, Your Grace. No one else knows."

She breathed down. "It should stay that way."