"You aren't a very bright man, are you?" Ellanor asked Marken, not missing a beat. She cared not for the livid feel of his gaze in response to her words and put down her tea cup before staring him in the eyes. He said he was getting revenge on her, but she could swear at this point that he hadn't thought much further than quickly fixing a problem he had, and getting his petty revenge for her insults to his pride.
"As a man, you must realize by now that you are required to sire children," Ellanor sighed, rather motherly snatching his cup and pouring more tea into it before it was returned, "That means that you will be sharing a bed with me to produce children. From what I gather, royals tend to have a rather distasteful habit of having completely different bedrooms and dull sex lives."
Ellanor took her seat again, unhurriedly pouring her own tea and putting in sugar. As if in a complete contrast to the prince, she preferred her tea to taste very sweet. Leaning back in her seat, Ellanor took a sip of her tea, still keeping up with Marken's intense gaze, wondering if he could really handle a woman like her that spoke her mind.
"You may think me frivolous for this, but I intend to marry for love," Ellanor announced with a softer voice, "And as Socrates preached, one should always be prepared to die for their principals. So you may do as you wish, Prince Marken. But I will not be bending to your will; not today."