[Not everyone totally loves the king. The counties at the marches aren't particularly fond of his clear favoritism toward those closer to the heart of his kingdom, when they're the ones most at risk of danger if someone invades. Which also means the Marquis are closer to each other than they are to the king - Cainhurst mostly included, though their unsavory reputation sometimes scares off the other lords who don't know much about them.]
Not everyone likes or trusts Cainhurst, but... Riverglen is a friend, and more than that, Marchioness Isabella gets frustrated easily with what travels about as "scandal". It will not be her that spreads any rumors, and I think we can have some faith she won't invite troublemakers to the fray if she knows them to be as such.
[There's always a chance that someone will break news to someone who will spread it, of course. Nothing is 100% guaranteed. But Maria thinks it shall be safe enough as long as anything more incriminating they might get up to is done in relative seclusion.
She can't even worry about it too much, though, because a warm hand at her cheek brings her from the thoughts of whom might be on the list that would be liable to make a spectacle out of her and Zelda. Her eyes drift shut, and she leans her cheek into the touch, leaning down a bit so their height disparity doesn't mean Zelda has to hold her hand up too far.] I'm sure it will be lovely, though I'm sure it will still very much be a ball. [Which means the pitfalls of such a thing will still be... there.]
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Not everyone likes or trusts Cainhurst, but... Riverglen is a friend, and more than that, Marchioness Isabella gets frustrated easily with what travels about as "scandal". It will not be her that spreads any rumors, and I think we can have some faith she won't invite troublemakers to the fray if she knows them to be as such.
[There's always a chance that someone will break news to someone who will spread it, of course. Nothing is 100% guaranteed. But Maria thinks it shall be safe enough as long as anything more incriminating they might get up to is done in relative seclusion.
She can't even worry about it too much, though, because a warm hand at her cheek brings her from the thoughts of whom might be on the list that would be liable to make a spectacle out of her and Zelda. Her eyes drift shut, and she leans her cheek into the touch, leaning down a bit so their height disparity doesn't mean Zelda has to hold her hand up too far.] I'm sure it will be lovely, though I'm sure it will still very much be a ball. [Which means the pitfalls of such a thing will still be... there.]