Lauralana found herself unable to pull away from his fingers, not by magics as before, but simply by the power of his sheer charisma and will. Shuddering as his fingers contact her flesh, thankfully the rings also managed to dull the nausea of having such an unclean being, not to mention the multitude of unclean beings surrounding her in attendance, caused one of the elven race.<br/><br/>Her jaw worked, a tic in her temple as she watched him complete his part of the ceremony, his words sending a vision so potent to her mind that it was almost as real as a memory. Her sitting by his side, slightly lower but powerful. A tiara of brilliance on her brow, spawn taking care of her every whim. Knowing the fate that is surely to come to her should she choose to fight, it was so tempting to give in. So tempting to snatch his promises, to throw away her heritage, to throw away all that her race has workd for.<br/><br/>Instead she focused on Tristan, though her eyes do not turn toward him. Focused on the fact that her people could easily be enslaved should she give him his children unchecked. Working up what little spit that was left in her terror ridden body, Lauralana could not work up the courage to spit up into his face, but instead she spit at his feet.<br/><br/>"You make a mockery of the mating bond. Fool yourself into thinking you will be bound to me and I to you, but my soul will always be my own."