Mariella pursed her lips, surprised to be escorted away so hurriedly but it was something to her advantage. There were only so many times when her foreign countenance could be used to explain the eccentricities that dogged her life, and parading around in unseasonable gloves and a cloak would certainly set tongues wagging. She removed her gloves daintily, slipping them into the pocket of her gown, certain she did not want to be fumbling with them at the door when it came time to leave.
"Have a servant come and fetch my cloak will you not? I believe it and I am a fire hazard." She said, unlacing it from around her throat, letting the hood fall back to reveal her true beauty to the crowded room. "It is well decorated within the style." She said, giving the walls no more than a courteous glance. "I am certain I can see why Her Majesty approved."