No one said no to the king.
And yet, Aura tried. She was hardly surprised when it landed her in this predicament, her looking glass predicting as such, though that didn't stop the annoyed pout that crossed her violet lips. Her annoyance was divied up between a variety of things; being pulled so crassly from her tower in Cyeria, being stuck into a locked carriage, and being dragged to this particular kingdom, and, lastly, the rather rough grip both guards had on her upper arms. There would be finger-shapped bruises later, and dealing with them was going to be a pain.
They lead/dragged her down the hallways of the expansive castle hallways, soft carpet meeting her bare feet, and expensive decorations lining the walls. Aura took the moment to ponder who had time to being the interior decorator for the castle, remembering that thing Kingdom had been at war with it's neighbors for quite some time. She mused over who had time for these frivolities as she was pulled into the throne room, where the trappings got bigger, and much more flashy.
She was released in front of a dais, a gold and red throne perched on the end, and the king presiding over. Aura craned her head up, dark blue eyes narrowing under dark lashes.
"Lord Keriss, I presume?" she offered.
"Show some respect, wench!" one of the guards barked. He grabbed her neck, and forced her down on one knee, though little resistance was put in her part.
"I meant no disrespect," she said, though her voice lacked any emotional outrage...in fact, it was rather blank. "My queen requires but a nod for her accolades...I am unprepared."