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.