Oblivious, and in full possession of the self-confidence that only a woman of fortune and position could possibly hold, Gwen breezed right on past any reticence she might have read in his face. Why should she expect to see it there? As far as she was concerned the, being a noble made you superior, being a wizard or a witch made you better than muggles - so being both was just about the best thing on the planet. If she was asked (probably while having had a few two many) Gwen would probably admit that she saw wizarding nobility as more worthy of holding the crown of England than a muggle queen. After all was it not a magical sword that bestowed the kingship of England in the stories of England?

But that wasn't something for this conversation. 'He is well' she responded, a small tightness pulling at her lips, the statement was true, as long as you ignored the pressure and arguments that were resulting from their issues conceiving. Those were not for public consumption either. 'You shall have to come up for a house party' she breezed, happy to move the conversation back to safer ground. 'The Earl should be delighted of your company at the cards or the hunt.'

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