The moment in which the Duchess and the King met the Prince and Princess of Wales was one that some could charitably describe as awkward or uncomfortable. The Duchess for her part largely stood back as Christian made his comments. The notion that widowhood, or rather his own presence suited her was deeply devastating, though little could be done regarding the manner. But Arabella could not remain silent as that would be disadvantageous to her.
"Your Majesty flatters me so. It is my honor and privilege to stand at his side." She spoke with confidence built on lies, a good solid foundation. With the King somewhat distracted the Duchess moved in, her hands lightly gripping Alexandra's forearms, she leaned in for the briefest of moments her lips hovered above the Princess' ear, she whispered "I love you" before pulling away and returning her arms to that of her soon-to-be husband.
The Prince seemed somewhat bewildered by the King's comments, though he made no such clarification. Instead he stood firmly by his wife and opted for joviality... or did he? "Of course, you can barely tell she's just lost her husband upon the birth of her child." Arthur remarked rather matter of fact-ly. He did not do so to upset the Duchess, but rather to refute his father's own point, as cavalier as it was. "Her Grace is glowing."
Arabella having caught side of the two maids looked to speed things along. "Shall we go in, my darling?" Arabella asked quietly, calmly and gesturing to the doors. The future Queen rather pulled the King gently and the family, all smiles for the world outside of them would begin to enter, followed by the rest of the assembled gentry. Lucy held back, and in her moment waited for Alice, who too, let her mistress go ahead of her. And finally the two maids were alone, relatively, the majority of the servants were at their own prayer, or scrambling across the Servant's hall.
Alice turned her attention to Lucy and bowed her head, recognizing that much as her own mistress paid her respects to Arabella, Alice paid her respects to the woman who would serve the Queen. Glancing around her, looking for prying eyes, Alice cautiously unveiled a small envelope, and passed it quickly to Lucy on behalf of the Princess. Lucy without a second thought quickly took it and tucked it away nodding.
"It's good to see you." Lucy remarked, rather in awe of how calm Alice could be. Alice smiled and nodded politely. "You too." The two were at odds, one served the most gracious, the other the most difficult.