<div style="text-align: center">Despite Ellanore trying to avoid contact by seeming to be busy speaking with her brother, some of the nobles would still approach to speak with them. It was the same as always, they would come with the small talk, nobody would even discuss what happened the night prior to the ball, everything the nobles wanted to speak of was finery, beauty, art, music and their positions. Nobody showed any care for anyone's troubles, any potential threats, leaving all the baggage to the royal family. Rightfully so, it's their responsibility to keep order and peace while those beneath the royalty have to take care of their own lives, but in situations like this, everything was a burden to Ellanore. She was tired and not in the mood, zoning out as the pair of nobles tried to keep the conversation going as Donovan would humor them.<br/>
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Eventually, Ellanore excused herself and walked away. She found everything extremely overwhelming and tiring at this moment and she decided to leave the packed throne room and walked towards the bar, which was luckily empty. Everyone was herded by the music and drinks, rich companies, display of colorful and shiny fashion and, of course, dance. The bar was pretty much for anyone who needs a break and more comfortable feeling outside of the mess.<br/>
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When Ellanore walked over to the bar, she saw Valentine there. She stopped for a moment and wondered. He was leaving the next day. This is his final night here in Nuverus and she didn't know when exactly will he be back. Ellanore walked over to him didn't say anything until she stood next to him, leaning against the bar as she was facing him. "All that crowd and finery, drinks and music, and you're spending your last night here by yourself?" she asked with a smirk.​</div>