Chapter 50

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 crowd makes me dizzy."

Her brows furrowed playfully. "Where would you rather be? It is your birthday."

He shrugged simply, but didn't reply, his attention going back to the performance. Everything was beautiful, and the banquet started in an elegant manner.

The halls were set in to a table of three, each table ladden wit