Sonja felt as if her world was suddenly something out of a fiction story. What is right is wrong, what is white is black..all topsy turvy. "The Great Tower?..Their families?" No, this could not be happening. They had taken every measure to ensure that no one person had ever been aware of the other, every missive was sent via paper and never in person. All decisions by the council was made via these missives, so even those in the council was not suppose to be aware of the others. To make just this event impossible.<br/><br/>Her head wheeling, a doubt niggled in her mind, perhaps she had been betrayed..No, she firmly pushed that doubt behind her. Dark eyes land on the servant in exasperation, "Fine. If I am not a prisoner, then I wish to be taken to the council. I would like to speak with them before the ceremony."