Ten noblewomen sat comfortably within the space, needles flashing, fingers moving with practiced ease as they conversed amicably.
"Well, of course I told him," Lady Elara was saying, her needle darting in and out of the fabric. "If a man insists on giving advice, the least he can do is listen when it's returned."
A ripple of soft, knowing laughter followed.
Across from her, Lady Mina smiled serenely, her posture flawless, her shoulders relaxed as her embroidery steadily took shape beneath her fingers, a delicate pattern of flowers already well on its way to perfection.
"You're kinder than I am," she said lightly. "I wouldn't have let him finish speaking before ignoring him entirely."
More laughter followed, the sort that spoke of excellent breeding and impeccable manners.
