Muttering for his ears only, "Since this farce is for you, your the one that should set the pace." An exaggerated look of boredom sweeps over her face as she allows him to lead her toward the alter. While it would be obvious she is not one used to the finery that she is bedecked in now, her earlier practices does atleast ensure that she does not step on her hems or topple over.<br/><br/>Her gaze sweeps across those of the council members, searching perhaps for the one who might be feeding Borghast information, or perhaps simply trying to ascertain how they were taking this turn of events. Did they know that they were being held for a ransom, not in gold but for her promise of becoming the King's wife? Or did they simply think that she had been the one to betray them. This last thought hurt badly, that they might think her capable of throwing away everything they had worked for simply to gain an useless title and a few luxuries.