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He wished she would've sat just a bit closer, but he supposed this would have to do. Sitting up a tad straighter, Marken took the glass of water and drank a long swig of it. It tasted heavenly, and he somehow knew it'd help fend off whatever came in the morning thanks to his little binge drinking. "What do you mean? Had bullies?" He was curious now, and with his lessened inhibitions, it'd be hard for him to discern topics best left untouched.

He wrapped an arm around her, leaning into her, almost like she'd done to him before she got up. Placing the glass down on a table to his side, Marken looked up to Ella, waiting for a response or something, just wanting to speak to her.
Marken shook his head at her questions, a helpless smile crossing his lips. "No, it isn't normal for couples to do this, not at all. Based on books I've read, stories from friends, and usually commonsense, something like this would probably leave a couple broken for days, maybe weeks." His hand continued to stroke along her hair, trying to calm her down, comfort her. Even in his inebriated state of mind, Marken knew that he wouldn't enjoy some drunken argument between the two.

The princes arms felt strangely empty when she left his grasp, he didn't want her gone, even for something like water, or in her case, to examine the mark on her neck where Ariana had put a blade to it. How could she still defend actions like that, he had no clue. He heard Ella mutter something under her breath, barely caught the words. 'Again?' Marken waited for her to pour the drinks and return, to question her about it when she got back.

Hoping that she'd return to his lap, when she had returned either way, the man would speak up. "What happened to you to cause scars?" His voice carried concern, wanting to know what had harmed his fiance, his love.
He was glad she snuggled up against him, took comfort in his presence. It meant she still felt for him, even if her actions didn't really show it. He wanted that from her, to still be her fiance. It'd be an ironic twist if it was the assassins death that separated them, rather than one of their own. No, he'd refuse to let the death of the one who'd tried to kill his mother, him, and her kill his marriage too. That wasn't happening. He could see the line where Ariana's blade had bit into her throat, a clear a sign as any of the womans uncaring nature.

His arm stroked her hair with a sigh, before steadily stroking her back instead. "I know you didn't, Ella, I know you didn't." He supposed he could understand that sympathy, but he believed Ella was still better than her. Ella had turned completely and totally away from that servitude, she'd been ordered to kill and ignored that. Ariana hadn't done any such thing. She'd tried to accomplish her mission on multiple occasions, even going to far as to swing her blade at him, in the last moments of her life. She had no desire to surrender to justice. She was a murderer.

"I didn't want to kill her either... I didn't enjoy it." He considered reaching for the rum, but decided against it. The girl in his arms was a bit more important than that, more important than getting even more drunk. Both of his arms wrapped around her, pulling Ella into a tight hug against himself. "I love you..." He whispered into her ear, not wanting to let her go yet.
Oh, alright. Put me between Ventor and Asylus then, please?
Could you put me between Mordian and Cyris please?
I'm pretty much in Hunters position, but I know exactly what I'm doing lore-wise. I spent two years practically worshiping the lore.
I've edited my numbers, I'm hoping they're in line with the scale.
I've edited my numbers, I'm hoping they're in line with the scale.
Name of Faction: The Grand Empire of Man
Species: Imperial Guard
Leadership: Under the full command of Damon Black, and a small council of the Civilian and Military Sectors.







He listened to her speak, clearly agitated with him and how he seemed to be accusing her. Granted, he was, she'd betrayed him and his trust. Ella had taken Arianas side over his own, had just assumed she was a slave, had assumed she was just another innocent person being forced to play a dangerous game. But she couldn't just be that. Ella had the chance to kill Marken, to prevent this from ever happening, and instead she'd resisted, she'd had the sense of good inside her not to do it. Ariana had killed at the first chance, ending a guards life for no other reason than he showed up to help. No... She deserved her fate, no matter what Ella thought.

He was surprised when she stood up, drinking even more, to the point of being drunker than him. His tolerance for hard liquor was practically non existent, but she'd had too much for any tolerance to be of use. He was even more surprised when she collapsed in his chair, nearly on top of him, on the very verge of crying. Sighing, Marken wrapped an arm around her as he moved his fiance into his lap fully, pulling her legs overtop his so that she was slightly more comfortable. They both reeked of alcohol, herself more than him, but she wanted some kind of comfort. He wasn't sure she deserved it, but he wanted his fiance...

"I don't hate you Ella..." He nuzzled the top of her head with his chin, stroking the girls back absently in some comforting motion. Both arms were wrapped securely around her, ensuring she felt safe, and that she couldn't run off if the urge struck her. "I just want you... Don't make me feel like you're choosing between people again... I wanted to protect you, nothing else Ella." His words came in small whispers to her as she sobbed into his chest, trying to comfort her. Yes, he wanted to get past this, just like she did. He wanted to have his fiance, he wanted the girl he'd fallen in love with.
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