[Honey]

Though the man looked away, the marquess continued to gaze at him, eyes taking in the details of the matured face in stride. "My lady of waiting left to speak with the help of the manor, and sent me here to keep me occupied while she finished her business." Shifting his weight, he could feel the tightness of the corset squeezing at his torso and let out a small huff. "She told me she would be returning shortly, though she seems to be running long..." Placing his gaze back to the door of the manor, his thoughts now captured by the truth he'd just spoken. "Perhaps I ought to go find her, it truly is improper for a lady to be without her maid," His voice fell to little more than a murmur as he turned back to face the prince. "I will see you at dinner this evening?"