Matt's lips twitched but refrained from the smile he wanted to give as Blaine went onto one knee. It was expected at some point, but most were too skiddish to even think about doing it before he commanded it.

Mad Prince Matthew (He liked the ring of that much better) glanced to his left and then his right, surveying the crowd as it shifted restlessly in their very best clothes. This was the fullest he'd seen the Court since he'd arrived. They swirled together into their own singular mass in his mind. They shifted and whispered together in their own strange beat of life.

There were no questions of objection; this was no democracy. There was only the waiting horde. Matthew rose from his chair, chest swelled with both pride and pomp as he walked to the edge of his platform, hands folding behind his back.

"Then stand and be recognized with your peers."

When the blond rises, the crowd erupts in cheers and a band trails in from somewhere to start playing merry, if old, music. The Society broke lines around him and filled the floor, brushing away the business with a pleased hand. More then a few would try to talk to Blaine, to find out what happened.

He had been gone a good long while, enough for even them to notice, though no one could forget Matthew's reign of bad temper.