Her hair was hidden, and her face seemed fuller.

These changes were probably wrought by her head-dress, which towered in two great curved horns twelve inches high.

She wore a long, flowing gown that trailed two yards behind her, and this added to her apparent height.

Max had seen Yolanda only in the short skirts of a burgher girl's costume.
When Max rose, after kneeling before the princess, he gazed into her eyes, but the glance he received in return was calm and cold.

Yolanda was rich, red wine, hot and strong; the princess was cold, clear water.
The one was exhilarating, at times intoxicating; the other was chilling.
The face of the princess, though beautiful, was touched with disdain.
Every attitude was one of dignity and hauteur.