The princess stumbled into her cage, black rings around her pale, bloodshot eyes. The lead guards touch caused her to flinch minutely; his shift had been a bitter, hateful experience, as was obvious to any and sunder to look beneath her rumples robes. As the chargers were read, she stood, swaying slightly in her cage. She refused to sit, aware that any weakness could very well cost her, her life.<br/><br/>"I am guilty only of stopping any more women from being taken, and being forced by one of those... things." Morigan said in a cool voice. To any who knew her, which was few people indeed, the slightly high pitched tone of voice was a warning bell of panic. She stared out at their magistrate, grey eyes dull and listless.<br/><br/>Someone muttered something angrily, then a young, uncertain voice called out. "She should 'ave to lay wit them as wants a child by her!"<br/><br/>She flinched slightly, noticeable ever to the guards, and the men behind them. Jeers and catcalls filled the air... and she seemed to shrink ever so slightly, the tiara that had somehow managed to remain upon her brow sparkling with an almost wickedly ironic look.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>