<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Ellanore was taking in the peace and quiet until she heard footsteps from behind. Normally she would be a bit annoyed, but somehow, without even looking, she knew who it was. Perhaps it was the aura, the faint scent or even the way he walked, but she already could tell Valentine from others without even looking. Perhaps she cared enough to tell the difference, usually she doesn't really care about others.<br/>
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Once Valentine seated himself beside, Ellanore took the sip of her drink and listened to his question, before setting the glass down. "Sit with me. Did you bring cigarettes with you?" she asked before turned to face him fully as well. "Sometimes. It's not always as exciting, but when it does happen, it gets messy. Of course, as every powerful family, we have our enemies. As for Griffin's accusations about the betrayal... Maybe my mother knows what they're talking about, but I don't. I haven't read anything that would allude to any betrayal and nobody has told me anything about it. I think that Griffins are making this up, so they have a reason to strike us and possibly get someone on their side."</span>​</div>