The prince stood up when Maravelle entered.
"You look lovely," he said.
She didn't answer or sit down. Her gown was deep green velvet, soft but heavy, with gold designs curling along the sleeves and edges like vines.
"Where is Selene?" she asked looking around.
"She'll be here soon," the prince said, motioning to the chair across from him. "Please, sit."
Maravelle hesitated, but she had to play along if she wanted to save Selene so she sat.
The double doors opened again. A group of women glided in walking barefooted. Their steps were slow and smooth — almost like they were gliding through water.
Their gowns were a little more than scraps of lace that clung to their skin leaving very little to the imagination.
Their long hair decorated with pearls fell down their backs. Their faces were all smiles as they poured wine and placed all kinds of food on the table. There were roasted meat, figs, and even seafood.
