2 April, 1369. Magdaline Castle, Islia.
"Do you think the duke is handsome, Celia? Do you? I think he is!" Eve leaned over in her seat to whisper giddily in her sister's ear.
Celia laughed and patted her hand. "Yes, I think he's a very attractive young man. And more importantly, he has friendly eyes. Does he strike you as kind?"
Eve nodded and beamed her innocent smile. "He's so polite when he dances with me but he also asks me a lot of questions, about my likes and dislikes."
"That's good. A man who takes a genuine interest in getting to know you is a very good thing." Celia said reassuringly. Whereas when your own husband doesn't even know when your birthday is, that's not a promising sign.
She straightened her back in her chair and pushed that thought firmly out of her head. Sulking is hardly going to fix anything, she lectured herself. Instead, you should be focusing on Eve tonight and on how the foreign duke might affect her future.