[b][u]Sophia Ravencaller[/u][/b]

Sophia stood pride and tall as she tried to avoid eye contact with Drakken nobles. She tried to harden herself against the moment, however she was exposed for all to see. This feeling was not that of a sheep in the presence of a wolf but that of an unarmed shepard surrounded by an entire wolf pack. She knew how to hold her ground. Her time in the outdoors taught her that. However, there was no way for her to overcome a single Drakken alone. For now she imagined she was a slowly burning ember awaiting the right tinder to turn into a raging wildfire. Patience, She needed patience.

When Sophia was nudged by another bride, Sophia had nearly cried out in panic. Fortunately, she was able to bite her tongue. She had been in thought so long she did not notice the other's approach. She glared with anger as the other bride spoke to her. What was the purpose of her addressing Sophia? Sophia quietly replied, "[color=f26522]Aery, remain quiet. Do not bring any unneeded to yourself. The name is Sophia by the way...[/color]" She straightened herself out and resumed her stance.

Sophia's chains were beginning to hurt. She could not help shifting slightly to try to relieve the discomfort. Nothing helped. At herself, she grow madder and madder. Nothing was going 'right'. She was attracting too much attention. Fortunately, the horned freaks before her were concentrated on the gem princess. Not surprising. The princess had formal training and former status. She seemed to want to be sacrificed for the sake of the others. Unfortunately, The princess looked like she got claimed by a very impressive looking Drakken. No one looked like they would offer challenge to his claim.