Suddenly Sonja sharply looked at Ursa, her face drawing pinched. "The ..the council is here you say?" Surely not, surely they had not captured all of them. Her chest suddenly felt constricted, and though she struggled to breath normally, she could feel her heart rate quicken. She had to have answers, and this farce,...the lie that had been told to this woman has outlived its usefullness. So, Sonja laid her own cards on the table so to speak.
"Ursa. I know what you have said you been told, however that has been a lie." Shifting on the bed, drawing her legs up to curl beneath her, dark eyes remain on that of the other woman. No shame, nor guilt resides on the Sorceress's face, atleast not in the fact that she had attacked the then-prince. "It was not some rogue band of people that attacked me..I attacked the 'Kings' hunting party. The people who were executed were my friends...This..this whole thing," Sonja lifts her hand, gesturing to the room, the dress, even the tattered leathers, "It is simply a game for Borghast." Dropping her gaze now, her fingers idly tugging at the collar around her neck, "Is the council..are they in the dungeons..or are they locked away in rooms much like this one?"