Opal thought that was a lovely name, Ananya. And she must be equally as lovely, because she couldn't imagine this wonderful, kind, generous king with a wife that didn't suit him perfectly. Because that's what he deserved.
Though not everybody got what they deserved. Henry hadn't. He'd gotten her. But she was sure Charles had gotten somebody just... perfect.
She waited while the servants set out the foods, smiling politely without speaking again. Once they were done, and had moved away again, Opal quietly pulled out the few things that she'd brought with her to add them to the table. They were of good quality, since she'd snagged them from the castle kitchen, but they were still simple: bread, cheese and fruit.
Now that they were alone again, she said quietly, "Thank you for including me." Then she added, even more quietly, "I'm sure you are right, so I will try to think of a way to talk to Henry. But it is... hard. I don't see him much."