[b]Relieved a little at Marken's words, Ella watched him pull up a stool to the dungeon, though she was a bit sad that he'd pulled his hands from hers. When he held her, she felt most reassured. Maybe she was getting spoiled around Marken.

"Well, at least I won't have to go through all that," Ella mumbled, sliding down the bars to relax on the floor, "My master prepared me for mental torture devices, but physical torture... I don't think I have to explain to you why he didn't give me examples of losing fingernails or throw me into an iron maiden."

Sighing softly, Ella closed her eyes before looking over at the guard who didn't seem to be paying very much attention. All the same, she couldn't voice her top concern at the moment. What if the assassin told the king everything about her to get him to spare her life? Considering what Glenn had been put through in the past few days, there was no way that she could expect any mercy from him.[/b]