"Selene! In the name of the goddess, what is this? Where are the rest of your clothes?" Maravelle asked.
Selene looked down, seemingly unaware of her state. Her hair was loose, her gown barely hanging on, and she didn't seem to notice how exposed she was.
She lowered herself into a deep bow.
"I am sorry, my queen… Sovereign," she said quickly. "I was just with the king, and I..."
Marcellus stepped closer to her. "What were you doing with the king half naked."
"I was... We were just..."
Marcellus frowned. "You will explain yourself fully child."
"He invited me to his room and then we just..."
Maravelle's eyes darted to Marcellus then back to Selene.
"You are a lady of my court, and the guest of my house." she said firmly. "I will not condone such behavior. Go, and make yourself presentable at once."
"Yes, my queen," she stammered, bowing low again before retreating from the balcony.
