[b]“You make it sound like you’re going to treat me horribly,” Ellanor mumbled, making her words seem like a passing comment, “I don’t need you to buy my time, Marken, just treat me well and call me Ella. Ellanor makes me sound like an old woman, and the alias I gave you at the ball grates my nerves, in truth. And… I will not tolerate a mistress, do you understand?”

Odd, why did whether Marken had a mistress or not gather her attention? Ellanor tried to convince herself that she simply didn’t want people gossiping and snooping around if he had another woman, but to be honest, she knew she’d be jealous. Damn it, he was right after all. Being his wife was going to be tiring.[/b]