Just how far did Borghast expect her to take this farcity of an 'engagement', Sonja could not begin to ponder. Obviously he took great pains in convincing even the servants that she was apparently here on her own accord. While Sonja would have liked nothing more then to scream to the heavens that this was all a lie, thus hopefully embarrassing the 'King' in the process, she could not take the chance. Not until the children were far beyond his reach, if they ever could be.<br/><br/>Instead of simply telling Ursa that she couldn't give a fig if she wanted to romp with Borghast, she simply shrugs. "It does not really matter now, now does it? What done is done. Though Anna should be more careful, especially on the most busiest of days." That said, it being quite obvious that Sonja did not believe Ursa's story in the least, the Sorceress turns so that she is sitting with her back toward the maid, careful so that the ends of her long hair was not sat upon. "I suppose the day won't be waiting for us, I need to finish preparing." Her tones were resigned, heavy as if she were preparing for an execution rather then her wedding.