The lords, Ladies, and other guests gathered did not know how to react to what they had witnessed.
Their pleasant evening had been interrupted by the scandalous arrival of Avlington's crowned Princess, who looked as though she had been rolling in the gardens with her lover by the look of her dress that was wrinkled and stained with mud and her hair that had pieces of grass stuck in it and had broken free from its ladylike updo and tumbled down in unruly red curls. Her lover they summarised, by the way he held her waist possessively, was none other than King Sebastian of Meccador- which only shocked them even more.
It was highly improper for a lady of the Princesses status to openly display her lack of maidenhood by unashamedly presenting herself to all those gathered in such a dishevel
