Marken smirked when Gene delivered the news of his... Captive, of sorts, being safely delivered. He gave Gene the other half of his payment, a smile etched onto his face. "Good job, you kept it under wraps, and more importantly, brought me what I wanted." He nodded to Gene and left the mans room, walking to his own. His walk through the halls was brief, excitement paved on every facet of his being. This girl was back under his power, his authority. And this time, he was the one holding all the cards.

Striding inside, Marken sat down opposite her, barely seeming to look in her direction until he was seated. "Hello Cinderella. Or should I call you Ellanor?" He poured himself a cup of tea and began drinking it, adding nothing to it, surprising for a man who enjoyed his sweet wine, to take such a bitter tea. "Regardless of what you desire to be called, I've found you, and I've brought you back. You insulted me, invaded my home, my privacy, and expected to simply leave? I could have you dead right now, as an example." He took another sip of tea, leaning back into his chair and smiling.

"However, I am not quite so barbaric as my father. I want nothing to do with this war, and you are going to be my way out of it. I'm either to be a general, or I'm to wed one of the lesser houses into our own, secure their loyalty completely, and we'll have their men fighting in my place. I refuse to be a general, and I refuse to marry myself to someone who will slave over me for my position and my wealth. So, I've chosen you." He would allow the words to sink in, finishing off his glass of tea and setting down the empty cup.

"You are going to be wed to me, it will be public, and no one will know of your... Discreet activities. You will be unharmed, and I might consider letting you out of this once this war is over. Try to escape, tempt me, or try again at your original mission, and I will have you killed. And you know full well I have that capability." His tone was measured, but not necessarily as cold as it had been earlier. He was offering a proposition, granted it was one sided completely, but he still spoke with some amount of care, even if it was buried beneath the seething anger he still felt at the girl.