The little grin was still on her face. Mara couldn't see the King, she stayed in position, not even turning her head. She wanted to please the Queen, showing Clarisse she had made a good choice. But also wanted to gain the approval of the King. His hands left her shoulders, the waiting continued and Mara held her breath again.<br/><br/>The grin widened as she heard the praise from the King. It was all Mara could do to keep from exclaiming that she was more than willing, she would be what they wished of her. The order came and Mara lost the hold on the little giggle that bubbled up softly. She cleared her throat, "Yes Majesty." She said, the excitement, nervous or otherwise, evident in her voice.<br/><br/>Curling back onto her feet, the pillow she'd knelt on in front of her bare toes, Mara stood. and reached behind her neck to pull the tie of her wrap. It dropped and she was unveiled in a mere moment to stand for any further appraisal the King may have. Her eyes were lowered though she chin was up displaying her pride at being chosen for this role. In a way she had belonged to the Queen as one of her ladies but this was entirely different. Mara had understood quickly what the Queen had wished from her. She was to be for the King a toy to play with, in a way, but for the Queen as well.  Her long red hair remained up and clear of her lightly freckled shoulders. Mara wasn't certain what to do with her hands and in the end clasped them behind her back.