The King!

Standing behind the two nearly-nude women, on a tall, majestic horse, decked out in all his finery and jewels, is the king!

Greta gasps in shock as she quickly kneels and averts her eyes. A moment later she pulls the clueless Belinda down next to her, causing the blind bimbo's dress to slip completely off of her.

"H-hey! What are you...?" Belinda starts to complain before Greta puts her hand over the nude queen's mouth.

"I'll explain later," Greta whispers.

"You there, trollops," the king says as he fails to recognize his wife and her most 'loyal' servant. "What is the meaning of this?"

"I..." Greta starts to speak, only to be interrupted.

"Why wasn't the horn blown to announce my return? Where are my loyal retainers and subjects to greet me?" The king growls as he becomes angrier and angrier.

"Um, darling?" Comes an unfamiliar, but very feminine voice.

Greta's eyes go wide in shock as a tall, statuesque dark elf woman, elegantly-dressed in golden armor, appears from around the corner.

She's soon followed by a retinue of her 20 fiercest, most devoted drow guards.

"Honey, what's wrong?" The imposing and beautiful drow matron asks.