"You'll be sleeping i-" He was cut off by the voice of an attendant, "Yes, she's quite correct." He listened to her speak again, annoyed that she had shown up so suddenly. Hopefully, though, she hadn't heard too much about his earlier words, or their plan was already foiled. "I intended to tell him today, so that we could get the wedding planned as soon as possible." Her words did make sense, though that would likely only hurt Ellanors side of events. If they eloped, she wouldn't have to act as his wife at all, or very little, whereas stuck in the palace, she would be forced to cling to him, and him her. The thought made him smile.

The background check was an issue. He hadn't thought of it, but decided that it would be fine. The girl almost certainly had a 'legitimate' backstory for occasions such as this, and if that didn't work, he could always pull some strings, being one step below total authority in the kingdom. "Could you bring us a small bottle of wine? Nothing stronger than a dinner wine. Then you're dismissed." He would wait for the woman to do as asked, nodding when she left. He didn't necessarily enjoy being interrupted. He took the cap off the deep purple bottle, pouring himself a half full glass, before offering another to Ellanor.

"I imagine this'll help calm your nerves some?" It was clear that she was worried now, and as much as Marken enjoyed watching her squirm, he didn't like it, especially not when there was a legitimate reason behind it. "But yes, she is right. You'll be close enough to me, and in a guarded area of the palace as well." The last words were a statement, just to let her know that sneaking around wouldn't be the wisest idea. He, however, didn't say anything to directly dissuade her.