Marken looked over the vial she had given him, considering it for a long moment as Ella spoke. His face was unnaturally calm, and internally, he ran his mind over every possibility. That maid wanted him dead? He swallowed deeply, realizing that she was almost certainly the one who had tried to kill his mother. He had removed his arms from Ella when she pulled away from him, staring blankly at the top of her head and the poison in his hand.
Finally, a thought ran through his head. That 'maid' would pay for this. She tried to use his wife against him, she had tried to make the one he had chosen to love try to kill him, and if she had, he decided it would have almost certainly broken her mind to do so. She wasn't a murderer, not that he knew. Killing wasn't something she would try to do, it wasn't in her blood.
However, there was the matter of Ella's attempted betrayal, to him. He thought long and hard about it, silent the entire time, before coming up with a judgement. She hadn't done it out of malice, she hadn't done it out of hate. She had truly fallen for him, but she wanted to return to her old kingdom... Such a goal, though Marken couldn't agree with the means, was acceptable. And in the end, she couldn't find herself to do it. Instead, she had surrendered to him entirely, waiting for his judgement. It meant that she cared for him more than her own home, what was originally her home anyway. Now, she would live in his kingdom, in his home, in his bed.
"Ella, look at me." He said in a soft tone. He wouldn't grab her, or force her to look straight up at him, but he wouldn't speak again until she had. "I... Cannot agree with the means you needed to return home, very obviously... However, I am not furious at you. I'm shocked, and rather unnerved, to be honest, but I can't bring myself to be angry at you."