Marken looked at his father incredulously. "You can't honestly be serious father." He couldn't help Ella as she was taken away to the dungeons, though he would fight tooth and nail to get her out of them. Atleast she wouldn't be treated like common criminal trash, no Marken wouldn't stand for that at all. He had enough authority to make sure her stay in the prisons wouldn't be filled with misery, atleast. "She's done nothing wrong, and you send her to a dungeon? What possible reason could you have for sending our ONLY witness to the dungeons, much less my betrothed?"

He let out a sigh, crossing his arms as Glenn narrowed his eyes. With no one else in the room, his facade died down considerably, what little was left of it anyway. "Are you questioning my authority boy? Last I checked, I WAS KING HERE, NOT YOU. Now, you'll deal with my decision, or I can always have you locked in your room for the duration of her imprisonment. Do I make myself clear?" Marken clenched his teeth, and nodded slowly. He couldn't bring himself to words in his anger against Glenn, and it would only hurt his case in the end.

Instead, once his father had left with a huff, Marken sighed and began to walk to the dungeons himself. He wasn't told when he could visit, and he knew that no one would stop him. Who would try? It wasn't as if the guards had been given explicit orders by his father not to let him visit Ella. He reached them quickly, two guards opening a large steel door at his command to allow him inside. Immediately, he noticed Ella in one of the cleaner cells. He walked up to the bars and tapped them to grab her attention while she read. "Hey Ella." He leaned against them, unable to go any further. Even with his authority, he wasn't allowed into the cell. "You alright?"