He was locked in, that much was obvious, as they took off. The assassin held the keys, so there was no way for him to escape and help Ella that way... But there were ways for him to help. He'd heard their destination, and honestly felt quite lucky that she'd chosen the stables. In times of war, or should someone outside the family try to usurp the throne and use the dungeons, there were escape passages. They all led to the stables, where royalty could be off with a horse, hopefully before it was realized they were gone.

He'd neglected to tell Ella this fact, for the sheer reason that he saw no point in it. If she escaped and was gone, he'd have lost his love, and if she was caught again... It'd implicate her as being guilty, and she'd probably be killed. Either way led to him losing his love, and Marken couldn't stand that. Walking into her still open cell, he felt around. One brick should be loose... Aha! A large stone was tugged free. The wall beside it was thinner, and he was able to slide his hand inside, pulling the wall open, revealing a long corridor, that aligned with several others, from every other cell. They all led to the same place.

He replaced the stone before stepping inside, pulling the wall shut. It was dark, exceedingly so, but it had been built so that one could walk comfortably inside. The walls were smooth and dry, as long as he followed them, he'd reach his destination. "I'm on my way Ella..."