"Who dares to lay hands on Princess Alexandra?" Marcus stood there with the little sword he had drawn and pointed at the face of the maid who tried to push Alexandra.
"Princess?"
A lithe figure clad in the softest of silks stepped forward. With a broad forehead and dark curly hair arranged to a neat bun, she glowed with beauty.
"That's me!" Alexandra placed her hand on Marcus' shoulder and stepped forward. "The one who arrived riding with Maximus today on the winged lion," she elaborated.
A well-dressed woman in here… She knew who this is might be.
[Bah! I won't be polite with Tubby's wives!]
The woman's face contorted even when she tried to hold her womanly decorum.
