She had spent long hours in preparation for this solitary moment, and at last the Comtesse was ready to see the King of the Anstarians. With clothes out of character for her the Goldspar woman had dressed herself in a creamy white tunica, over which was draped a richly wine red dalmatic and even over that was a richly decorated superhumeral collar. Every bit was decorated with complex geometrical shapes, silver and pearls were weaved into the fine silk. It was a very conservative apparel that did nothing but reveal and revel in the wealth of the owner.<br/><br/>Soft padded steps took Valere to the King's chambers and in her hands she clutched a small iron ring.<br/><br/>When she was allowed entrance she did not cast her head about in wild glanced; but instead let her eyes dart about while facing stock forward. Her hands were clasped at waist level before her and she still held onto the ring. Over all for such an austere and colder woman then her sister Valere looked down right Imperial in her outfit. Her "sickness" from travels had faded and she was prepared to take centre stage in this grand plot of peace talks.<br/><br/>It would only do to further her reputation to be a chief leader in the brokering of the peace.<br/><br/>Calm measure steps had her before the King; but her eyes were upon Eloran. With a subtle look of fear and concern she looked at the man who guarded the sickly monarch. Valere felt she had to tell the Ritter something important, that could determine the course of the peace talks.