<div style="text-align: center">Alissa usually hated to stand at the throne guarding when nothing happens. So she stood there, just pondering until a very tense figure approached her. She furrowed her brows in confusion, but as he rushed off, Alissa rushed after him and took the lead. She showed him the way and he already knew where his room was. The handmaiden in disguise pursed her lips in confusion and returned back to her post, wondering what's gotten into the man.<br/>
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Ellanore was more eager to drink in peace and hoped that she won't be talked to by anyone, especially considering that Donovan will be leaving her side, for who knows how long. He was the person she has spent the most of her time with her entire life. He is her rock, someone she leans on. And whenever something bad happened with Varus, he was there, but tears she shed to only Alissa or her mother. Ellanore had little space for anyone outside her family in her life. Mother used to tell her that it's all she'll ever have. In a way, she hoped it wasn't entirely true. <br/>
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But as Martin began to speak, Ellanore immediately brightened up and grinned. "Truly, a fight?" she asked, already excited for what may come. And it's his son that will be fighting, the man she made some... Not so innocent exchanges. All the more to look forward to this evening.<br/>
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"Sounds wonderful. I would really love to see them fight firsthand and witness the strength of the very best." Edmond commented with confidence as Felicia seemed to be just a little less enthusiastic, but still very curious. All except Victor. He wasn't really looking forward to these events, but he still said nothing. Edmond got up as he shook his hand with Martin and Felicia nodded to the Alpha, they watched the two leave.<br/>
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"Victor, we'll be clearing out our training grounds. We'll let the guards and soldiers of the mansion be the audience along with us. We need it cleaned and ready before the dawn preferably." Edmond ordered as Victor nodded with a sigh before rushing out. <br/>
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Leaving her parents alone, Ellanore walked out of the dining room and towards the throne room where she saw Alissa. "Princess." Alissa smirked as she bowed, but Ellanore kept on walking, hooking her arm with her handmaiden's and pulling the woman with her.<br/>
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"For tomorrow, bring me a red dress. It's going to be interesting." she said with a grin.<br/>
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"You haven't been this excited about something in a while. What has you grinning so viciously, Ellanore?" Alissa asked with a chuckle.<br/>
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"You'll see tomorrow. Bring me... less formal red dresses." she stated once they walked into the room and the handmaiden furrowed her brows in response.<br/>
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"Less formal? You mean form fitting and an eye catcher? Wait a minute..." the tall woman picked up and closed the door. "You're not trying to..."<br/>
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Ellanore chuckled as she was taking off her jewelry. "Don't be silly, Alissa. I just.. Need a change."<br/>
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The handmaiden closed the curtains and began preparing the bed for Ellanore. "You're oddly suspicious. Someone's gonna end up crying I know. A person you're plotting against, Varus or you." she pointed out as Ellanore took off her dress and without any hesitation around someone she's seen as friend, she took off her underwear and tossed it aside.<br/>
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"Let's hope Varus." she said with a wink and walked into the bathroom while shook her head. She asked Ellanore if she's needed for anything else, but Ellanore said that she is dismissed for the evening and Alissa went back to her quarters, while Ellanore dressed herself in her nightgown and laid down, but she had sleep issues this day. The evening just wouldn't come fast enough.<br/>
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The next evening, it was Edmond and Victor that were the first to arrive. They made preparations as the guards would come. Shortly after the wolves would be led to the training grounds for them to warm up or if they needed to do anything. And surprisingly, Donovan came before others. Smoking a cigarette and standing at the end, clearly waiting for things to escalate,​</div>