The truth... or at least some of it

"Your majesty..." Greta says as she looks at the fat, naked, shivering woman who is supposed to be queen.

This is going to be tough, but she needs to hear it... Greta tells herself.

"You... you're naked," Greta declares.

"What?" Belinda asks, her eyes blinking in confusion.

"We... we had to escape quickly and... there was no time to get you dressed," the maid says, leaving out the part about all of Belinda's clothes having already been stolen.

"You... you let me go outside... like this?" Belinda faces starts to turn red as she starts trembling for another reason.

"Your life was at stake!" Greta reminds her.

"I... I'm naked..." the queen squeaks. Her face as red as a tomato. "People... saw me... th-the queen... n-naked!"

Belinda's shaking hands go to cover her private places. One shoots between her legs while the other attempts in vain to shield her impressive breasts.

"We had ****!" Greta says. "That mob would have killed you!" The maid declares, even though she isn't 100 percent sure of that fact.

"I... I'm naked... outdoors... in... in public..." Belinda's face some how manages to grow even redder as she repeats the words over and over, her breathing growing more and more ragged.