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I'll be posting up an application as soon as I can figure it out.
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He allowed her to relax fully into his arms, not trying to push her away in the least. Under different circumstances, this might have led to something more drastic than a mere kiss on the cheek, but as it stood, with the revelation still so close, and the social laws that bound them still in place, nothing would come of it, for the moment. Instead, he simply smiled at her when she said that she loved him.

That brought an interesting thought to Markens head. Had they actually said those words, before this night? He considered it for a moment and almost chuckled when he realized that it had taken a confession of trying to kill him for the two of them to admit love for the other. It wasn't that they didn't know it existed, but they were finally addressing the fact that it was there, instead of simply knowing it.

Marken sighed and started to lean back, before pausing for a moment. "What should we do with that poison? I doubt the governess would be pleased to find it on my bedside table..." He made a fair point, and the lack of drawers in the immediate vicinity made it a tad tougher to hide. Of course, it was really just Marken not wanting to remove himself from Ellas embrace. He *could* find a place to hide it, but that would require leaving the bed, something he didn't want to do in the least.
"You speak of your will, and you say it's weak. I think the opposite. Your emotions played a part in this too Ella. You care for me, and you didn't want to see me dead. You don't want me to hate you, and you know it. I still love you, I'm just... Shocked right now, by events." He reached down and ran one of his fingers across her cheek, staring down at her.

Even with all that had happened, the biggest thing visible in Markens gaze was was concern. He reached his arms out and pulled Ella into another tight embrace, having no desire to let her go just yet. By now, he'd set the vial of poison onto his bedside table, so that he didn't have to hold the vile thing any longer.
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."
He blinked, automatically wrapping his arms around her as he tried to comprehend what she'd just said. Clearly, his words had some kind of effect on her, given the intensity of her sobs, and the way she clutched onto him. Marken had no intention of releasing her either, not while she was in such a shape. He noticed the vial that she'd dropped, and narrowed his eyes.

He was barely able to make out what she had said, something about poison and that she couldn't do it? He held her just as tightly as she held him, feeling wide awake now. Something was very clearly wrong, and Marken wanted to get to the bottom of it. He began stroking her hair in an attempt to comfort her, dipping his head down so that his lips just brushed against her ear. "Calm down Ella. Tell me what's wrong. What's this about poison?" He sounded cautious, though his grip on the girl never lessened, though it could just as easily be justified as him holding her so she couldn't do anything.
Marken had gone to bed after their enjoyable kiss, able to find sleep much quicker than he had the night before. Though Ella didn't come to visit him directly after the governess left, like he'd expected her to, he still assumed she would find her way to his bed soon enough, just like the night before. He was content enough with that thought to fall asleep quickly, his form splayed across his bed in a quiet slumber.

He was jolted awake by Ella shaking him, opening his eyes groggily. "Ella? Can't you just slip into my bed before I'm sound asleep?" He sounded exceptionally tired, having just been jolted awake from his peaceful sleep. Even still, he was happy to see, her, and it reflected in his tone, just in a rather sleepy manner. In his state, he didn't see the clutched vial of poison, instead only staring up at Ella's face. That's when he finally noticed the tears beginning to drip down her face.

"Is something wrong Ella?" He said in a concerned tone, clearly worried for her now. He sat up more fully, looking directly at her. He took in her form, her worried face, the look in her eyes, and reached his hand out to grab her open hand, the one with the poison vial too far away from him to see or grab.
Watching Calliope begin dressing herself, he decided that it would be rather improper to stare, and instead went about putting on his leather armor. Luckily enough, he'd managed to avoid getting blood on it when they escaped the manor. It would be a rather poor reminder to Calliope of what had happened if he was to wear a suit of bloodied armor around her. "Hopefully we'll be able to find this Oliver then. Still, the first task is obvious, getting to Norgarrum. It's two countries away, and we'll be traveling with what we can carry, if we can manage to get that much. It's not exactly looking to be an easy trip."

He closed his eyes thoughtfully as he pulled on his boots, stepping down to the ground. Alexander went about arming himself afterwards, looking to Calliope now that she was dressed. "I think two people on horseback will be much faster than any army. They have to stop and make camp, they have soldiers on foot to worry about. I know enough about the intricacies of armies to know that they are not fast, usually. We should have enough time to hopefully get some supplies here and make off before they arrive." With that, he walked out of the room, straightening his sword belt as he went. "Come Calliope, we've got a man to talk to." He walked down the stairs, rubbing his eyes tiredly. The man had been exhausted from the night before, and not even a full night of rest had provided full comfort.
I'm fine. Can't wait to see the post.
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