Alice had essentially revealed herself, at this moment the exact moment when the Duke bowed, Alice had dropped into a deep curtsy. This was her training, one bowed to those of a higher station, or curtsied if they were but a mere woman. Alice did this without so much as a second thought, it was just what was done. It did not matter that just seconds before she had been escorted over on the arm of the Prince of Wales, alongside her mistress.
"Thomas, good man." Arthur smiled as he stood before the Duke, a man who reminded him partially of himself, very much working against the system, though the Duke would prefer to flee it all together. "Allow me to present my wife, Her Highness the Princess of Wales, or as I like to call her Alexandra." The Prince, with caution to the wind moved to kiss his wife gingerly on the cheek. "And of course, Alice." Arthur motioned to the maid who at this point seemed somewhat a loss. "She is a very dear friend of ours." Arthur purposely made no mention of her actual position, but instead only highlighting the piece that mattered most.
"Your Grace." Alice said, bowing her head as she did so.
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