As Queen Clarisse entered the room, Mara straightened her back and fought a grin of excitement. Clarisse was lovely as always. Her hair a darker shade of red than Mara's that set of her ivory skin and made the blue of her eyes seem deep and cool.  "Good evening my Queen, thank you.  You are beautiful as always, M'lady."  Mara said sweetly and not a word of a lie.<br/><br/>The heavier foot falls were almost felt, as much as heard.  Mara's excitement turned back to nervous. She did not know how this idea of her Queen's would work out. She was thrilled to have such a chance to please the sovereign couple. Then he was there, Mara didn't have the courage to look up now and found she was actually holding her breath.<br/><br/>The King was behind her now and she found she had to breathe and therefore was almost heaving as his hands came to rest on her shoulders. Mara glances briefly to the Queen and answers. "Mara, Majesty. Your gift is named Mara." She said and felt her cheeks colour as she grinned and lowered her head a little as she nearly giggled, a nervous quality she'd always had.  Mara had not felt this nervous and excited since she was first brought forward to be reviewed by the Queen for a position amongst her ladies in waiting.