Sebastian thought for a moment that he might actually be able to have a conversation with Ellanore in peace. An idea that quickly seemed to shatter the moment after he spoke,Donovan inserting himself into the conversation once again. Donovan did not know if he was doing this to spite him or with other motives. It seemed true. The way she handled herself since their visits was nothing by what he expected from the notes informants had collected on her over the years. Even with her betrothed Varus. She showed a lack of interest in anyone that seemed to speak to her. Unless it was her family she seemed to be one to quickly bore and even more quickly annoy. Sebastian noticed the change when it came to the werewolves. She seemed interested. Even when she spoke there seemed to be a lilt to it in a way. It was something Sebastian would be looking to press should Donovan chose to have been a bit less intrusive.<br/><br/>The white wolf followed along as best he could with the conversation hoping to get a word in at some point. He did not want one of his first conversations with Ellanore to be him butting into a talk with his brother,but his moment to speak never came. Instead it was just Donovan leading her away from the table and away from the people speaking politics at it. Sebastian sat annoyed and watching as the princess was swept away to have a more delicate conversation with her brother.<br/><br/>Outside in the court room, Valentine was finding a moment of peace. It was not a need to still the ever constant voices back inside of the dining room. It was more a desire to stop the glaring eyes of his father and a moment to question the looks given to him by Ellanore. He got about halfway through his cigarette before he heard the ever familiar footsteps before a smell similar to that which his cigarette carried came in his direction. It seemed to be no end and no peace. Valentine turned and decided to walk towards the quarters. Needing to take the opposite wing from the throne room to get back to his quarters.<br/><br/>Valentine noticed a woman that seemed to remain at the throne even when the other vampires had collected themselves in the dining room. She looked bored. Annoyed. So Valentine figured she would be as good of a person as any to guide him. Valentine walked in her direction. Giving her a moment to gauge his approach before he looked up at her saying "Lead me to my quarters. Away from the ones coming." Valentine too the hallway opposite of the direction Ellanore and Donovan came down. Not bothering to wait for an answer and simply waiting at the beginning of the hallway waiting for the walk back to his room. Even if it would take a detour. The whole walk would be nothing but him walking in silence. Waiting to be taken back and only a simple "Good night" to be given in turn for her help. Valentine was early to bed but he was certain he would pay for his outbursts the next day.<br/><br/>Martin and Sebastian waited in the dining room. Martin talking far more than Sebastian was with Ellanore now gone and a huge space where Donovan once sat now adding more of a buffer between him and everyone else. A couple moments passed and Ellanore returned. Taking a seat and explaining where her brother had gone. Martin paid little to no attention to it and only a wide smile came to the face of Sebastian. Finally he would be allowed to speak with Ellanore in peace. Should Donovan not have chosen to speak venom into her ear about him. Donovan looked to speak to the young Ellanore before again he was interrupted. This time by a voice all too familiar to him."<br/><br/>"My son will show his strength at the start of tomorrow evening. A show of sorts. Sebastian is my most capable warrior. I think there will be no greater test than to have him fight my son in a showing. No weapons. And no turning. I assure you. If you are impressed by his strength now. When he turns into the beast. You will have newer expectations for our kind. I have trained my son personally since he came of age. You won't be disappointed." Martin stood from his seat and took Edmonds hand before leaning down to kiss Queen Felicia's. "Sebastian. Rest for the evening. Tomorrow you have a busy day ahead of yourself. This is a moment to prove yourself to everyone. Not just me. Good night." Sebastian stood and returned the gesture with a bow and dismissing himself. This he did not expect. Perhaps Martin looked to switch his son out with him. Give him the task he was meant to receive. Sebastian thought about the showing every step of the way back to his room. Martin didn't bother explaining his expectations. Those were only for himself. It was up to Sebastian to prove himself. One way or another.