Sonja had just finished pulling another pin when the undeniably masculine voice sounded from behind her. Startled, she turns almost tripping over the unaccustomed train of the thick material, her glare slipping only slightly. She backs away, and the way the two servants scurry to leave causes her concern. While she does not want to be left alone with him, she does not reduce herself to calling for one of them to stay.<br/><br/>Instead she returns her angry gaze toward the King, her surprise at his appearance leaving and in its wake a fear began to form. Regretting pulling the pins now, somehow standing with partially opened dress in front of him putting her at a disadvantage it seems. Pressing her lips together, her jaw clenching to stop the shudder that runs through her, Sonja watches him, and his dagger warily.<br/><br/>"What I am tired of is this game you seem to wish to play." Her voice heavy, spoken in low tones so that she could retain some control on the warble that might have ran through it. Her body was tense, much like that of a deer knowing it was caught in the Hunter's gaze, right before it bolts even though it knows it is futile.