Opal bit her lip, because she knew what she wanted to do, she just wasn't certain that she could do it. Then she straightened her spine, because she was a princess now, wasn't she? And she was the one that was helping with the royal coffers, wasn't she? So she should be able to do some princess-like things without anybody yelling at her. Too much.
She'd just tell Henry first. She was pretty sure he'd understand. She hoped he'd understand. He was a good man, with a good heart, and he'd listen to her at least. If she was wrong, at least it wouldn't be a big mistake, would it? No, it was just a little thing. She'd keep it small, nothing anybody could complain about.
Writing a new message, under the other sentences on the paper, Opal spelled out, “You are nice and sweet and pretty. You will get a good husband. I will help.”
She wasn't sure how she'd provide that help just yet, but as a princess, she should be able to do something, shouldn't she? Yes, she should. And she would. This was her first friend besides Henry, and she wanted good things for Rowan.