To Valere's mind the proceedings had most obviously set off in an entirely wrong direction. There were people in support of strengthening the border and then there were those against it. For a council gathered of all neighbouring countries it really seemed as though no one knew what the hell they wanted, which just made the Comtesse's job all the easier. Yes, things were proceeding in a quite chaotic and potentially even hostile direction.<br/><br/>Perhaps even that annoying Baroness could be dealt with, it would be good to remove such filth from the royalty of Goldspar. The thought pleased Valere as she shed her clothes with the aid of a servant, who she didn't bother to notice. Unlike her sister, who was far more passionate for the daily part of life, she had never bothered to learn the names of those that served her. Nobles and dignitaries and ministers she could rattle off going generations back; but who cooked her food, that was something unknown to her.<br/><br/>The Comtesse Valere was a political animal.<br/><br/>There was no time for a proper bath and so servants moved and flitted about her with damp cloths and cleansed what they could of the road from her. Even at the end of it she felt dirty and looked forward for the conclusion of the night. Then a new set of clothes were laid out for her. Before having this new attire placed upon her form she inspected it to make sure there was not the slightest bit of damage from the travels.<br/><br/>Not too far away HonorÃ¨ was changing as well, wearing a deep blue the bordered on purple with silver trim, a little gaudy for the severe tastes of Valere. Her own dress was grey; but it was decorated with a pattern of fleur de lis in such a subtle shade of purple that they were almost naked to the eye they blended in so well.<br/><br/>Subtle was what Valere loved best, it was the way the world was changed. In small imperceptible steps, steps triggered by individuals like herself.<br/><br/>Once dressed she regarded her sister and smiled.<br/><br/>"Should we make them wait, or should Goldspar be good little girls?"<br/><br/>Just so there was a desire to play the world to her own tune.