As the kiss continued, her arms trapped between his body and her own, Lauralana fought the desires that welled within her, fought the urge to press herself wantonly against him. A sobbed noise cuts itself off as the elf in Lauralana recognized and acknowledged the bond, a sense of hopeless helplessness filled her.<br/><br/>It is a quiet subdued almost woman that stood stiffly in his arms as he called out her doom, tears slipping over her lids and down her cheeks, streaking the careful make-up that had been applied. A flush fills her flawless features, and her head bows, attempting to hide her face from the witnesses. The cheer was more a death knell for her, and though she reviled him with every fiber of her being, his own magics dampened the rings burn for now.<br/><br/>"Your mate.....but your prisoner as well." She muttered, the urge to finish her part, even unwillingly, causing her to speak, her sense of right and wrong having not been molested causing her to add the last.