<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Q-Queen!? I couldn't as a vic-" *cough* "Silence with that indecent tongue."</span><br/>The woman snarled at your retreating figure. Her cheeks flushed as you had introduced a new angle if thought that had never entered her mind before. As she returned the hidden blade she had held behind her back, into the hidden compartment in her instrument. Taking a bright crimson cloak from the far bank. As she made her way towards another private screen. An ominous, bird shaped, helmet adorned in bright scarlet paint sitting with it's ridiculous wide brim outside.<br/><br/><br/>The maids saw to it that replacement clothing was provided. Fine silks, that seemed sheer and far too revealing in certain lights. Enough so to entice and tease the imagination. The cleavage a prominent draw to the eye, as it was proudly displayed.<br/><br/>"His Majesty awaits you in the dining hall."<br/>A maid reports, as she waits patiently.