The young woman was bewildered at what she had said, only mumbling.
"Well he is a little upset....but I am sure he knows what he's doing...."
Sighing she bobbed a curtsie and turned to knock on the door.
It opened almost immediately, enough so that she could slip out, then closed behind her, the half burned candles flickered for a moment at the draft, then burned strongly again.
Sonja seemed to be alone for quite some time before the door opened once more.
Instead of the young woman who had left, a tall man, quite handsome man, his hair blonde and shoulder length,walked through.
Ingram, as he was named, was one of Borghast's most trusted in his circle of friends and his willingness to do the bidding of his prince to the letter and without question, had made him a very powerful man, even if it was in a quiet way.
He had, in fact, been the very man who had carried Sonja back to the castle to ensure she had arrived 'safely' and with the minmum of fuss.
Fastening his cold greys eyes on her, he smiled.
"Ah....I see you have finally woken?"