The Sweetest Revenge. (Elvi and Sherona)

[Sherona]

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.

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.

[Elvi]

"Thats better...."
Barghast gave her a quick smile, as she took her hand, then looked forward again.
"Lets just get this damned thing over and done with shall we?"

He led her up and towards the altar, for them to wait patiently for the Bishop to finish his prayers and begin the ceremony.

To the left of them sat honoured Nobles, special guests of the King and his most trusted of friends, both them and their wives and families richly adorned like peacocks, their plumage shining in the bright sunlight. Ingram following them up the steps to take his place amongst them.

To their right, as Sonja would soon come to realise, her council. All were dressed in new clothing and though possibly not as over dressed as others there, they had the appearance of most honoured guests, worthy of the place they were given. Their children, now called to order shuffled and giggle amongst themselves, sitting cross legged at the feet of their parents, bobbing up now and then to take a quick look at what was going on.

[Sherona]

Muttering for his ears only, "Since this farce is for you, your the one that should set the pace." An exaggerated look of boredom sweeps over her face as she allows him to lead her toward the alter. While it would be obvious she is not one used to the finery that she is bedecked in now, her earlier practices does atleast ensure that she does not step on her hems or topple over.

Her gaze sweeps across those of the council members, searching perhaps for the one who might be feeding Borghast information, or perhaps simply trying to ascertain how they were taking this turn of events. Did they know that they were being held for a ransom, not in gold but for her promise of becoming the King's wife? Or did they simply think that she had been the one to betray them. This last thought hurt badly, that they might think her capable of throwing away everything they had worked for simply to gain an useless title and a few luxuries.