Theobald pulled the bonnet from her head and undid the clasps holding her hair. Her golden locks fell down over her shoulders. No man beyond her family had ever seen her with her hair undone. Theobald pulled her chin up and looked into her expressionless eyes. He smiled. She didn't.
Then, he grabbed the top of her royal gown, found a seam and viciously tore the two halves of the garment apart. It ripped and came away from her chest, exposing her underclothes. Theobald used his knife to help him tear her gown into pieces, cutting and ripping. It fell off her shoulders and finally dropped to the ground around her legs, a pile of useless cloth. Then, he attacked her slip, ripping it apart. Sophia maintained her stoic demeanor, not reacting to the violent assault on her royal clothing. No man
