Sonja held still why Ursa worked, letting the quick and expert fingers adjust her hair and the band of silver just so. At Ursa's words a slight smile is given, glad that she could inspect the work of Greta and Ursa in private.<br/><br/>Moving towards the other chamber, her steps faulty as she tried to get used to the flow of the elegant train behind her, Sonja stood in front of the mirror.<br/><br/>Aside from the pinched cheeks, and the firm set of her lips, the Sorceress had to admit that if one did not know her, then she would look every bit the Lady. However to Sonja's eye, the 'necklace' and the cuffs merely served as a reminder to her that she was here under duress, the silver circlet sitting on her head peeped and set off the darkly colored strands of hair.