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.