Once all the women were out of the dining hall, the wife of a high noble turned to Gwendolyn, "We stayed much too long! It is improper for women to witness the conversation of politics and such, which is what began to happen! Unacceptable!" Gwendolyn supposed this women used to be the highest lady, as she seemed to have an unreasonable hatred towards her. Gwendolyn knew it wasn't her fault she hadn't been informed of the customs, or that at her home things were done differently, so she wasn't all that bothered by the lady's words. However, what did concern her was how everyone seemed to cower when the lady spoke - out of respect or fear Gwendolyn did not know.
Having very little experience when it comes to court life or the English ways, Gwendolyn knew she would tromp any form of keeping a good relationship with the lady if she spoke her mind. Instead of biting back like Gwendolyn wanted to, she nodded her head, "Apologies, My Lady. As this is a new setting, I am quite unsure how to act. If it is not so..." Gwendolyn searched for a word these people would like, "Unacceptable, would you mind informing me of the customs and activities I must follow?"
A glimmer appeared in the women's eyes - one Gwendolyn knew from when her dog was about to snap out at her, "Ah, yes!" Honeyed lies flowed from her lips, "It would be my honor, Lady Gwendolyn," Not 'My Lady' she noted, "to..
help.. you."
There was a ploy here, and one Gwendolyn intended to follow, if only to see how far this woman would go, "My thanks, Lady?..." "Ydaris," The lady supplied, "Yes. My thanks, Lady Ydaris. Now, if it is not too improper," Gwendolyn suppressed a laugh, "I should like to retire for the night." Lady Ydaris nodded, "Yes, yes. I am glad this was all straightened out. Have a pleasant night."
Gwendolyn turned the corner, and stopped once she was out of view, listening. After a lasting pause, she heard the soft voice of Lady Ydaris, "This was not my plan... but perhaps it is better."