"Alright..." He let his hands slip away, sighing. "I'll visit you every day, let you know what's going on in the world. It shouldn't take long for me to get all of this sorted out. There's not many places a maid can hide with the entirety of the guard looking for her, right?" He tried to give his own reassuring smile, before shaking his head and turning around to head out. "Just promise me you won't go too crazy in here? Hmm?"

Whatever her response, Marken would set out, heading outside the jail to do various errands. And to relax with a glass of wine, something stronger than the dessert wines he was used to. Something that could get into his system.
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For the next few days, he would visit her, keeping Ella updated on the rather disturbing lack of progress, his father being adamant on her not leaving the cell, under any circumstances. Atleast she wasn't being beaten or tortured, that was something that he doubted even his father would stoop to. Something else, that came as a surprise, was the forced lessons in swordplay. "You're far too old to not know how to swing a sword, Marken," his father had said, assigning him one of the Paladins to be his mentor. They were more than skilled enough to serve the purpose, and loyal enough to keep it a secret. He lacked technique and any form of skill, but atleast the prince was trying to learn, if only to protect himself from future engagements.

The wedding was slowly coming together, music being hired and a large amount of chocolate for the cake ordered. They didn't store anything like that in the castle, but it could arrive readily enough. Meanwhile, he wondered what kind of ring would be forged for Ella. He didn't want to simply copy the amulet, but instead be something unique... The necklaces were something to show their union, but the idea had come from her father. This was supposed to be his own choosing... He did have an idea.