The celebration was in full swing, with nobles clustered in groups, deep in conversation, their laughter filling the hall. Seiji stood by one of the buffet tables, a glass of wine in one hand and a plate of delicacies in the other. He watched the crowd with mild disinterest, taking small sips from his glass and occasionally tasting the rich food. While he appreciated the luxury, the company was of little interest to him. The noblemen barely acknowledged his presence, their eyes and attention fixed on Lord Ainsworth, hoping to curry favor or discuss alliances.
It was clear to Seiji that his role in Eleanor's healing was simply a footnote to these men, a convenient tool that had served its purpose. They were here for politics and power, and he was just another face in the crowd. Seiji didn't mind. He wasn't here for them. He was here for Eleanor.