Slowly, bit by bit, Sonja returned to the land of conciousness. Even before she opened her eyes, she knew something was wrong. She felt disconnected, weak and alone. Her eyes fly open, as she realized she is cut off from the familiar warmth of power that normally flows so easily through her veins.<br/><br/>At the same instant that she is aware of this horrible truth, she also becomes aware of the softness beneath her, and the muted candle lit room. Throwing off the covers, and realizing someone had undressed her anger and fear mixed creating an explosive combination. It is probably a good thing for the poor handmaiden left by her bed that her power had been cut off from herself, for she fairly leaped from the bed.<br/><br/>Spying the woman in the chair, obsidian eyes fairly sparking in her outrage the Sorceress almost forgot that she was cut off, her lips automatically forming the ritualistic words. "What did you do to me? I demand my clothes back, and you undo whatever it is that you have done!" She knows, in some part of her mind that she is in no position to demand anything. She had fallen before the Prince, and unless he had simply assumed she was dead and somehow some citizen had found her, she was in his control.