Marken was walking away as Ella began to give her answer, silently hoping that she didn't do anything to jeopardize their relationship. When it came down to it, Marken did not want her out of his life, even with what she once was. As far as he knew, she wasn't a spy for Toren now. No, now she was something else, someone else. He quickly made his way down the halls, the path already known. While he'd never personally visited Luke, it was required for the royal family to know their way around the palace. Security reasons, and it also helped to avoid the always awkward situation of just being lost.
Soon enough, he found himself before a door. Unlike the way to Gene, that had steadily become darker, this corridor was much brighter, and also had heavier guard presence. The door was unlocked, and Marken made his way in without so much as a call, glancing around the room with a small smile. The walls were plain, mostly, but there were several counters, holding all forms of jewelry and gems. They glittered from the candlelight, dazzling the looker.
"Luke! Come out, I've got something for you!" Light footsteps were heard, before a thin wiry man walked out from another door, adjusting a pair of glasses.
"What is it boy? I've got orders to fulfill, money to make your family..." His words died off as he saw the amulet hanging from Markens neck. Immediately, he stalked forward to examine it, his fingers reaching out to grasp it as a practiced eye looked over the facets. "Where did you get this? It's lesser quality, but it's got a certain... Appeal." Marken pulled it away from the man, looking down at him.
"My fiance gave it to me. It's why I'm here. I want you to make another one, a replica of this one, with a sapphire as the jewel. Call it your wedding gift to me. Use this one as a base." Marken took off the amulet, and gently handed it to the man. "I want it done by the end of the day. I've seen you work gold and silver like no other, and I know you've got the supplies to do it, otherwise my family has kept you rather... Unstocked." The man was left shocked by the request, or rather order, unable to formulate a response before Marken was gone. He sighed, but went to work. The boy was right, he would have it done very soon.
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Regina let out a very soft small, small though pained. She didn't judge Ella for her whereabouts, completely oblivious to her previous employment. Instead, she went on, deciding to steer the conversation away from that topic. "Why do you think my son fell in love with you, out of all of his choices? Forgive me, but I doubt you stood out for beauty alone. He's one to see past such."