Maybe this union would turn out to be great in the end especially with Prudence on her side.
“He talked about me?” She stepped forward, seeking just a fraction of what the dowager could divulge.
“He wouldn't shut up,” she replied with a serene expression on her face. “Come. Sit.” She tapped the space beside her.
Jane did as instructed, eager to hear what Prudence had to discuss with her. She was a lot calmer, her guard was down and she was attentive.
“It is my responsibility to guide you on this path you've chosen but contrary to what you might think…itwillnot be easy to be duchess.”
Jane had always known this, but hearing Prudence say those words with so much solemnity, shook her subtly.
“There's a lot that comes with the mantle, a lot that follows the title,” Prudence added. “Being a duchess involves a variety of responsibilities that are both an honor and a duty,” she began, her voice carrying the weight of centuries-old tradition. “It is our duty to represent our noble house at various official and public events. As a duchess you will have to do things, make decisions that might not necessarily conform to your beliefs and standards. But you're obligated to do so anyway. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Your Grace.” Jane nodded subtly. “I'm willing to learn, to do my best at playing this role,” Jane promised, determination coloring her eyes. She was so composed and there wasn't even a glimpse of nervousness in her. “Perhaps, Your Grace, you can educate me on the things to avoid as duchess, now that I know my role.”
Prudence smiled at her.
“I admire your willingness to learn, Jane. It shows how teachable you are.” She sighed softly. “Anyway, it is of utmost importance that a duchess always be wary of flattery. Many will seek to curry favor with you, and not all have pure intentions. Therefore, maintaining a discerning mind at all times is quite necessary, my dear.”
Jane was quiet, letting the words sink in as she nodded in affirmation.
“It can be difficult to tell genuine kindness from ulterior motives. Believe you me, when I was your age, I learned that the hard way,” she added, looking at Jane.
Sounds like a story I'd love to hear.
“Thank you, Your Grace. I'll be careful,” Jane promised.
Prudence exhaled sharply, changing the subject and Jane couldn't help but think that whatever story lay behind the dowager's advice to maintain a discerning mind must be hurtful.
“Now, about your wedding plans.” Prudence flashed her a grin. “I hear you've been quite involved in the details.”
Jane laughed lightly.
“Go on. Tell me about it,” Prudence beseeched her.
“Well, I've chosen white roses for the flowers,” Jane smiled. “My sister says it symbolizes purity and new beginnings.”
“Your sister isn't wrong,” Prudence agreed admirably.
Jane continued. “For my dress, I'm thinking of a classic design with intricate lace and a long train.” She paused, contemplating her choice. “Do you think that's a bit too much?”
“No, my dear. It will be timeless and elegant.” Prudence replied, impressed. “I would suggest, however, that you add a hint of color, perhaps in the embroidery. It will make your ensemble stand out without straying from elegance.”
Jane thought for a moment; this was not such a bad idea. It was in fact quite insightful.
“Interesting,” Jane said approvingly. “Maybe a subtle gold or silver thread in the lace?”
“Precisely,” Prudence said.
“Thank you, Your Grace.” Jane sketched a slight bow.
“One last thing, Jane,” Prudence said to her. “As a duchess, your conduct will be scrutinized. Always remain composed and gracious, even in trying times. Your poise will earn you respect and loyalty.”
“I will strive to live up to what's expected of me, Your Grace.”
“I know you will.”
Prudence stared at her as though she was trying to figure her out, her eyes hinting at the pride hidden within.
