Glenn seemed to have no reaction for a long moment, though if someone paid attention to his jaw, they'd see it clench tightly. He closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them, to glare at Ella, balefully. It was very clear that he had anger directed at the girl, and given the circumstances, could he honestly be blamed? "Who might this be, and how, then, do you know this information Marken? I assume Ella told you?" His voice grated out through his teeth, and it was obvious he was have a hard time being civil with Ella.

He sighed and looked to his father, nodding. "There is a maid who was working as an assassin, who tried to poison my mother. She gave Ella the same poison to use against me, threatening to reveal rather... Unsavory things about her background that we'd prefer stayed between us. Ella was loyal to me, and gave me the poison and told me about the entire incident." Marken would reach into his pocket and place the vial onto the table, right before his father. "With the description Ella gave me, I think I could easily identify her, or Ella could as well." Of course, he could identify her due to having actually seen the woman, he wouldn't tell his father that.

Glenn thought for a long moment, letting out a long sigh. Before snapping his eyes straight to Ella. "Guards!" He shouted suddenly, and two men who had been posted outside the room after Glenn had entered burst in, hands resting on the hilts of their blades. "Take Ella here to the dungeons." Markens face paled, and he glanced between Ella and his father, as the two men moved forward to grab her shoulders.

"Come with us miss." One of them spoke in a gruff voice, looking straight down at her.

"Surely this is an overreaction father? Why are we throwing her in prison for revealing the identity of her killer?" Glenn sighed yet again and shook his head, standing up from his seat.

"Security issues Marken. You wouldn't understand. You can visit her freely, and if things turn out, we'll release her in a couple of days." He looked to the guards and waved his hands. "Be sure not to be too rough with her, she's not some petty criminal." With that, the guards would begin to escort Ella out of the room to the dungeon.

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?"

He took her hands and tried to offer a smile to reassure her, though given the circumstances, he doubted it would do much. Instead, he paid attention to her questions, raising an eyebrow at the mention of torture. "Ella, you're not some murderer who won't be given any chance to defend herself. Remember who you're getting married to. You think I would allow them to touch you?"

Her shook his head in disbelief at her worries, releasing her hand and retrieving a wooden stool to sit down on. "I can't promise that you won't be asked any questions, but you'll certainly be free from any pain. I can guarantee you that much." He took her hands again, rubbing his thumb over the back of one of hers. "I really am sorry for what my father did. I can't exactly argue with his authority, however much I want to."

Marken frowned and pushed his forehead against one of the bars. "Still, this is better than the alternative, hmm? You'll be out in a couple of days, and my mothers would be assassin will soon be caught. It'll all be over soon." He gave her another smile, waiting for a response. Even if they were separated by bars, Marken wouldn't let that come between their relationship. (No matter how cheesy that sounds.)

"No, you won't. I won't let you go through all of that. My father may be... Harsh, at times, his men wouldn't follow orders to torture someone who has done no wrong, not when their prince is arguing for them. Besides, it helps that he truly has no reason to torture you." He brought her hand up to his cheek and rubbed it against it, giving her another smile.

"So, I've been thinking about our wedding in the future. Do you want it to be a large event?" Marken was talking to her as if nothing was wrong. As if there wasn't a large set of iron bars separating them. It would make it that much harder to tear himself away when the day ended, and Marken had to go to bed without her. He really couldn't imagine it, being forced to go to sleep without her. He doubted it would be a sound sleep, though it wouldn't necessarily be a terrible one either. It just wouldn't be restful without Ella at his side.

"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.

Marken hadn't shown a reaction, aside from an annoyed look coming to his face, when the guard had interrupted them. He turned around, his mouth opening to speak to the man, though not in a harsh way. Not like how Ella responded to him. Afterall, he was just trying to do his job, it wasn't like he had forced them apart. Clearly, he was scared enough to address two members of royalty like that as it was, the last thing Marken was going to do was reprimand him for doing what he was paid to do.

He looked back to Ella after her outburst, and the guard had left. He chuckled softly at her, his lips curling up into a slight smile. "You know, he was just doing his job. No need to sound so harsh. It's not like we pay him to do anything else." Before he could say anything else, however, Ella had wrapped their lips together, something Marken couldn't help but push himself into. His own hands reached out to her again, sliding over her cheeks and wrapping into her hair.

As they broke apart, Marken couldn't help but smile at her again. "Though I suppose doing things like that is best for a private room." He sat down on the floor, deciding that if he was to be here for quite some time, he would be comfortable atleast.

"I'll come for you soon, my sweet Princess. As soon as I can." He played along with the little act, though refrained from calling her the name she had given herself. It was clear she didn't enjoy it, from what she had told him. "I'll get you out of here and then we can relax in my room, share a glass of wine. I'll even make sure it's something stronger than desert wine, just for you." He'd give her another smile, closing his eyes to just enjoy the moment.

Marken shrugged at her question, instead offering a smile. "If my father or anyone else needs something from me, they'll almost certainly know where to fetch me. I truly have nothing better to do with my time right now, my little princess. I already spent all day with you as it was before, what makes you think that'll change now? Because I'm less comfortable?"

He gave her a look that clearly implied that he thought that was a ridiculous notion, before returning to his smile. "I'm still capable of sharing my day with you, even if I can't share my nights, though I'm sure there's someone who would be delighted to know that little detail." He thought to the governess and let out a sigh, at how she treated Ella because she wasn't direct royalty. Such attitudes were something he didn't care for, certainly not from someone who would be tending to him personally.

"So, what flavor of cake would you like? We must pick something for our wedding cake, afterall." He smiled at her again, detracting the topic from the situation at hand to someone almost certainly more preferable. It wasn't very subtle, but it was effective.

He smiled and shook his head. Not in denial, of course, but the sheer simplicity of what she asked. Yes, chocolate could be expensive, but given his position in the kingdom, it wasn't like his wedding would be void of things they wanted, no, not even close. Even if it wasn't to be an extravagant event, it would still have plenty of luxury for them.

"That can certainly be arranged Ella. And it is an import, yes, but it's cheaper than you think. Well, atleast to the royal family atleast. The amount of gifts we receive, just to keep people in our good graces. It'll be a sweet chocolate cake, yes, I think we can manage that very well." He would reach his arm out through the bars to wrap around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him as he rested the side of his head against hers. Marken could easily see himself falling asleep in this position, if allowed.

He smiled to her, glad that she was happy with the situation. Well, not the situation at hand, but their upcoming marriage. The only thing that stood in front of that was the assassin, and she would be dealt with soon enough. All that was left was planning the celebration itself. And, given that it was going to be a small affair, not even that would require much. A thought suddenly zipped through his mind.

"What about entertainment Ella? You can't expect us to go through our wedding without some kind of music. Or perhaps some other skilled man? I've heard of many who can put on quite an entertaining show." He looked around the room they were in, before his eyes settled on the guard, a low smile coming over his face.

"You there, what's your name?" The guard looked back to him, suddenly surprised that he had been addressed by the prince. Afterall, he did seem to be wrapped up in his fiance...

"Adame, my lord..." He stammered out a reply, looking much more on attention now, though he didn't do anything to separate the man from his fiance. Afterall, she did seem harmless enough, and Marken had come out unscathed when he left.

Markens smile widened just a tad. "Oh nothing. I was just thinking about having a loyal soldier as a guard at my wedding. I imagine it'll be grander than anything you have planned?" He let the words sit in the air for a moment, before looking back to Ella. Why he did something like that, and to one soldier out of a hundred, he had no idea honestly, but he supposed that doing something to help brighten someone else's day wasn't all that bad.

Marken let out a small grin, and leaned in, kissing Ella's cheek through the bars of the cell. "I did. It costs nothing extra to pick and choose what guards are present at our wedding. Besides, if I keep him happy, he'll keep coming up with excuses to let us be alone..." His arm was already draped over her shoulder comfortably, so a little squeeze to pull her that much closer was given.

"We'll get you out of here soon enough. Get you sleeping in a comfortable bed again." It truly hurt him to know that she was in the prison cell when she hadn't truly done anything to him. Yes... She had the intent earlier, but that was gone, right? He certainly didn't fear any action from her, she'd had him at her mercy multiple times when they slept, and she hadn't done anything to him. "I'll sorry for my fathers actions..."