"Princess Nessa," Elowyn said. Now that Soleia looked at her properly, her face had gone pale. There were beads of perspiration trickling down the sides of her forehead, and even her lips were ghastly white. Her voice attempted to sound meek, but if anything, she seemed more constipated. "Please, I am far too ashamed to remain here."
"There is nothing to be ashamed of, Lady Elowyn," Princess Nessa boldly announced, raising her voice. "If anything, she should be ashamed! For a princess, she has no decorum and no morality, and that has led to the crumble of your marriage. How could you be so forgiving, Lady Elowyn?"
"The crumble of her marriage?" Soleia echoed, scoffing in disbelief. "Pray tell, what has Lady Elowyn told you of our marriage with Duke Elsher, Princess Nessa?"