<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">The three of the royal blood waited and watched as the three werewolves entered the halls of their mansion, the silence has fell among the nobles as they observed the other three figures walk inside. After years of feuds between the two races, though not politically direct from Felicia or the great Alpha, it was more instinctual or perhaps fear that drove the two to fight, it has finally come this. Given the current issues around them, however, it was about time for things to settle down and join their forces. For only then they shall be a force to be reckoned with.<br/>
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Felicia watched the three carefully, always being the woman who was on edge and not willing to let her guard down no matter what, being even more so protective with a child on the way, while Edmond seemed to be more relaxed and benevolent. He has seen no reason to be on edge like his wife. It's been made clear between them that they decided it is best to join forces. But he couldn't fault his wife for her caution. LaCroix's blood was spilled because of many treasons and betrayals. One can never be too careful in such position.<br/>
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Once Martin spoke in the name of all werewolves and introduced himself and the two other wolves with him, Felicia gave a subtle and short nod. "Welcome. I hope the trip has not drained your energy. You may choose to rest for the evening if it did, a universal common courtesy, but judging what I've heard about you, Sir Martin and your kind, I believe that you'd very much proceed with the talk of business. I say we avoid the short talk and not waste any time."<br/>
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She then looked at Victor, who seemed rather determined not to speak unless he had no other choice. "This is my youngest son, Victor. He will be responsible to ensure you're informed about the routines within the mansion. It is our goal to make sure everyone is safe and at home. My other two children are currently absent, though they will be joining us at the dinner... I insist the three of you to join. I'd much rather meet my new allies." Felicia made it clear that them, as authorative figures among their kinds get to spend time together within the mansion during their stay, which was a another universal common courtesy, as she stated. And a feeling of some sort of comfort. <br/>
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After they had had settled with the decision that they will speak immediately on the matter, Felicia nodded at Victor, who cleared his throat and fixed his tie. Though he was stiff in posture, his walk was confident and clearly he was light on his feet - out of anxiety that he managed to master during the long years. "Follow me, please." Victor said to all three werewolves once he faced them, but he didn't give them time to decide or talk among themselves, the youngest Prince already leading the way.<br/>
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In the meantime, Felicia spoke to the public court that they are dismissed from the mansion until the next evening. She was helped by Edmond once again to stand on her feet. He was assuring her to stay relaxed, but Felicia took this very seriously and she wouldn't be calm until she spoke to the wolves.<br/>
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Victor led the three wolves into the study room, clearly private area with the sense of solitude and comfort and there are enough seats for everyone. The comfortable and big leather chair by the table was usually Victor's in his alone time, but it would be Felicia's in this meeting.<br/>
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"Take a seat. The Queen will ask you questions and you will be free to do the same before the final decision about this alliance. Once the papers are signed, as you already know, we legally become allies and any action against between our kinds will be seen as an act of treason if not tended to in the favor of the assaulted side." Victor said and after he finished the sentence he cleared his throat, avoiding looking at anyone for longer than a second. "Before the Queen arrives, would you like a drink or anything?"<br/>
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Soon after he asked the question Felicia and Edmond arrived to the study room, the Queen seated with the help she required, yet hated, feeling vulnerable. Still keeping the proud posture, Felicia didn't allow her aura to make her look any softer, given her current condition. "I will give you the chance to speak and ask questions first, as our guests." </span>​</div>