"No, Your Majesty," Greta said. "Poma here has something she thinks is important that you hear..." Greta looked nervous as she wiped her palm on the front of her dress. Even her eyes didn't look sure about what she had just said. She kept her gaze on Poma and she had a pleading expression plastered on her face.
Ruby peeled her stare from Greta and rested it on Poma's face. The woman wasn't young and was well advanced in age, Ruby could see that. She tried to deduce the kind of person she was but Ruby couldn't place her finger on the kind of energy that exuded from the woman. It was quite unclear as she had a bland expression on her face and was wholly guarded -- Ruby could tell that much about Poma so far.
"Go on," Greta mouthed in Poma's direction after about ten seconds of silence filled the room.
