"I don't flounce!" Sonja insisted, her temper showing a bit in the way her words hissed lightly on the softer letters. Before she could say more however the tap sounds, and the guardsman enters. For some, this might seem a fairy tale, poor peasant girl catches the eye of royalty and is removed from poor conditions to ones of luxury. However for Sonja this is a nightmare come horribly true. In the fairy tales the peasant girl is always more then willing and eager for the prince's attentions, never had she heard of there being hostages.<br/><br/>"Too bad," She returns, her face losing the flush of anger becoming pale once more, "Just when you were starting to repeat yourself once more.." Lifting her chin, throwing the long loose strands of black hair over her shoulder, the Sorceress regards the Guard of 'Honour' somewhat sourly.