"I think we could do that. Something small for us. The public will want a public ceremony, but it wouldn't last long. It is our wedding afterall, not theirs." He gave her a smile as he leaned his head down to look at Ella. "I really am sorry for my fathers treatment of you. I don't know what's gotten into him. I suppose he's just paranoid after the earlier assassination attempt, but honestly, could you blame him for that?"

He still didn't support Glenns actions, not by a long shot, but Marken could certainly sympathize with the man on that regard. He had come so close to losing his mother, of course he would be a tad suspicious of another girl who had been blackmailed by the assassin. Of course, Glenn didn't know the entire story either, and how close Ella had come to killing him. Still, he had full faith in Ella now, that she wouldn't try anything. If she truly intended to, why would she tell him about it?

"I think I'll have a comfy pillow and a soft blanket brought down for you, to make sure you stay comfortable." He slipped off the stool to be closer to Ella, leaning his head against the same bar she had her cheek pressed against. "Just a few days, then we can walk down the aisle, say our vows..." He stopped there, his eyes going wide. He had vows to say? That certainly took him by surprise. Recovering quickly, Marken chuckled softly. "Let's just hope we don't embarrass ourselves too much with this." He gave her a wide smile, reaching out to stroke her cheek.