The greetings came one by one, starting from the lycan dignitaries, councilmen, and even surviving friends of Conaan's father. Eleanor watched him closely, her hand clasped in his as he spoke to them, saying nothing more than three words.

It almost felt like he only spoke around her, while he avoided doing it with others completely.

Soon enough, they all sat back, Eleanor taking a seat beside Conaan as the performances came on. Dances, songs all dedicated to Conaan's praise. She peered at him to see if he liked them, but his face was rather neutral.

"Do you like it?" She finally asked, leaning close to him.

He shrugged. "The...