[b]So the old bastard wasn't budging after all. Ella wanted badly to say some choice words about Marken's father, but she knew it would be suicide. Marken clearly loved his father, and then there was the fact that he was the king of this country. Besides, she was probably just frustrated because she'd been locked up for so long. This was normal precautions, normal measures for a king to take. She just didn't like them.

Pushing her troubling thoughts away, Ella sat up and scooped a bite of the cake into her mouth. Her eyes lit up as she chewed the delicious cake, enjoying it thoroughly. She definitely liked chocolate cake, that much was obvious now.

"This is really delicious," Ella told Marken with a smile, "Are you sure it won't be too extravagant to have this at our wedding? I don't want people thinking I'm trying to bleed you dry with our marriage."[/b]