Sonja was not sleeping when the two sneaked into her room, but a cracked lid told them who, and what they were about. Not wanting to be forced to speak or dwell on anything but her own inner turmoil she feigns sleep until they leave.<br/><br/>She lays contemplating her situation until she can lay no more. Throwing back the covers, shivering at the chill but still crawling from the bed none-the-less she pushes back the door to peer out the window quietly. Dawn was just beginning to creeping over the horizon, and though she knew the choice that she really did not have lay heavy on her she allowed herself a slight respite as the grey edges of the sky start to lighten.<br/><br/>She inspects the clothing that the seamstress and maid had laid out for her, admitting the craftsmanship was impeccable, and even the fabric was a brilliant shade. She would have donned it, not wishing to deliver the decision dressed only in a shift, however she is not certain she could actually get the dress on without some help.