Avril pulled a face at her words, but then smiled.
"My mother, thank goodness, hasn't left her throne," Avril informed her good friend, walking toward her, though keeping carefully out of the way. "Please do not mention suitors, thought I saw your [i]favourite[/i] seemed to want your attentions."
Avril knew well of Lambert through her friend's telling and her tone was teasing, but her face then grew concerned.
"I wonder if he would ever understand the idea of rejection," she said with a shake of her head. 
In her heart, she wanted her friend to be happy. She wondered what would have happened if she had such a suitor. Her's were young boys who were harmless, though sometimes difficult to deter. Lambert was stubborn and determined.
"Has he spoken to your father?" she asked, though she felt her friend would have told her if there was a fix upon her union. "Surely he would not wish you unhappy?"
She knew her own parents, especially her father, would not wish her unhappy, but if her mother felt something was in her best interest, there would be determined encouragement.