Yes and no

It would appear that the She-Elf was standing behind the Mage for you were treated to the sight of her voluptuous posterior being hugged by her white robes right where you were peeping. The two globes of flesh were firmly kept snug thanks to having to reach up towards her father and you were up close enough to make out the outlines of her underclothing. It was so enrapturing that you nearly missed the shining golden crown upon the older man's head.

Your eyes snapped wide open when you made the connection and you examined the man further. Wide set muscled body kept under red and blue robes, several rings lining his hand which bore the image of a Gryphon and with an elaborate golden crown upon his scalp. Blue eyes upon a tanned and slightly wrinkled face complete with a thick grey beard. This was no mere man, this wasn't even a Noble.

He was King! King Bolva Lionroar the eighth! He was the ruler of the Human Kingdom and one of the four major powers who opposed The Master!

If...if he was King Lionroar..then..th-then that means the Mage was the Princess! You were staring at Princess Lionroar's ass!

"Your Highness Alexandria Lionroar."

A new male voice greeted in a smooth and even tone. Great, more Elves. You hadn't even heard his approach, either he walked lighter than most Elves or the Royal Rear was more distracting than you originally thought.