The whole moment had a feel of surrealness to it for the Sorceress, a churning in her belly threatening to release what little she had eaten this morning. His words, the brush of air against her ear causes her to cringe and the elbow that was trapped between him and her attempted to none-too-gently dig into his ribs briefly. "The ..King," sarcasm heavily on the title, "will inevitably be disappointed..M'Lord.."<br/><br/>The guards lining the courtyard, though ceremonial that they might be, served to remind Sonja of her inability to escape, the futility of attempting too. Their bows causing her to clench both her hands, regardless of the effect it might have upon Ingram's. Her steps slow enough to where she lags behind slightly, enough that her arm is slightly extended as the heavy doors are pushed open.<br/><br/>