You cannot allow her to leave the room with the clothes. (You're kind)

I am sorry, Arche Duke Jacques, but since she has lost the title, I can not allow her to leave with the Queen's clothes. Just think of the war that could break out with someone found out a non-royal was walking in royal clothing. No, I can not risk it."

Your mother tugs at Arche Duke Jacques's arms, causing him to continue to stutter out, "But... But ... But Sire, she will be most indecent if she has to return the wardrobe without anything else to wear."

That shouldn't be a problem; I'll have your carriage pull up to the back door so no one but us two will have the glance to see her. If you do not wish to have a prewedding glance, then you may avert your eyes. As for you, we do plan on having her teach me the ways of a man and woman, so I must get used to seeing her, as you say, indecent."

You glance toward your mother and says "please hurry I can't leave the carriage will only be back there for a sort time."

Much to your amusement, your mother throughs off the gown and strips off her peach corset and matching throng, and you watch her naked ass sprinting toward the back door in under five minutes.