Gwen scoffed and closed the distance between them. Despite being younger, she towered over Lady Farrington, and by a good amount. "Then I would suggest you instruct your maid to seek truth rather than indulging in the tastiest gossip." She remarked coolly, her eyes threatening. With that, she walked past her. "And while you're at it, ask her to cease spreading rumours, it is becoming unsightly. I am not you, and I have no desire to be the king's mistress. There are better ways to live one's life." Lady Farrington blanched. "Paula?"
"Yes, My Lady." Paula responded, following her into her bedchamber and shutting the door. Soon enough, through the closed door, they heard a loud, frustrated groan from Lady Farrington. It brought a chuckle from Gwen's lips.
"I should not speak so boldly, Ma'am," Paula said tentatively. "but I applaud your manner and management of her."
