Watching the two men exchange affections, her brows furrowed in what seems to be fast becoming a permanent scowl. She may have no choice but to go through with this fiasco, but that does no tmean she has to like it.<br/><br/>Stepping up the stairs, her steps still slow and slightly wobbly, she at first ignores the hand he pro-offers, her glare only going colder at his words. Sweeping a bit of her locks off her shoulder, dislodging some of the petals to flutter downward, Sonja turns to look out into the crowd, searching for a familiar face. She spots the two girls that had proceeded her here, and the sight of them gives her some of her strength back. Enough to lift her chin almost proudly as she slips her hand limply into the King's.