"I have seen to some of the training of my men but nowhere near the amount of time spent training Valentine. The moment he became of age I spent every second I could looking to his performance as a wolf of my pack. From a young age he was able to contend with some of the more experienced and weathered wolves in my circle. He already showed promise. A bit of attention only seemed to helped bring him along." Martin was romanticizing the dynamic the two shared. He was lucky Valentine was realizing he would be having more freedom from his father in time. That and he was still riding the high of his victory. Refusing to let a bit of misinformation about his "childhood" get in the way of anything.<br/><br/>Valentine relaxed himself even though he knew there were more than a couple eyes on him. The Queen's inspecting the man that would become on of her guards. The King who looked to see what could become of a man if more time was put into him. The harsh eyes he looked at Donovan with were a familiar sight to Valentine. Part of him almost felt sorry for him. The other part knew there were things that did need to shape up for him and knew if that if he did there would be little to no resistance against his desire for freedom to do as he wished.<br/><br/>He felt the on and off glare of Donovan. He was watching for something but did not know what. He had not bothered him aside from his comment when they met. His eyes met with his once before the two chose not to stare each other down over dinner. The last eyes Valentine met were Ellanore's. This time refusing to move his eyes as he could see the new look on her face. The sultry expressions. His eyes challenging this look and seeing no waver in her desires. It was not til Ellanore was forced to look away by a gesture made by Donovan that he turned to give the Queen and his father any attention should they wish to speak with him.