Sonja desperately tried to hide any vestige of fear from him, trying to keep her gaze closed and unreadable, trying to force herself to not step backwards. Not to give him any ground. She had known that the risk of being caught was great, but had always assumed once caught she would have been hanged, or perhaps beheaded. Sonja is woefully unprepared for her powers to be apparently stripped, and toyed with.<br/><br/>"Flog whoever you want..enjoy your days of tyranny, for they will not last." bravely spoken, though she did not feel so very brave now, Sonja could not bring herself to turn her back on this man. Having to give up that little bit of illusionary control, she settled on staring back at him coldly, or atleast what she hopes is coldly. Though the mere fact that he so easily speaks of punishing his aids sends a chill through her.<br/><br/>"Much like yourself, and your servants, he was vague. I am entitled to such answers as to  when my execution is scheduled." Her knees are watery, threatening to buckle at her words, though she manages to stay upright through sheer force of will, hoping he did not see the effort she was putting in. "I will keep the clothing until you see fit to return what is mine, though from what the seamstress says my own has already been discarded."