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Ellanor accepted the wine and quickly drank it down, never being one to waste alcohol. This stuff was just as weak as the wine at the ball, so she felt it was safe to assume that Marken didn’t drink his wine to be a lush. The sly thought crossed her mind that maybe he couldn’t hold his liquor like her, someone who generally preferred whiskey or the imported absinthe her trainer used to give Ellanor in order to teach her how to operate even when she was drunk or drugged.

“Does that woman come in whenever she pleases?” Ellanor asked quietly, “I’m not very fond of nosy servants myself. When I cleaned- I mean, when I had a cleaning maid at the Winters Estate, she always minded her own business.”

Ellanor put down her glass, feeling like she should probably not drink anymore wine while she felt so unstable. She should be fine, she reminded herself, there was no way Marken hadn’t foreseen something like this happening, and if his plan was going to work, she needed to pass that background check.

But she was still worried, immensely so. So worried, she’d almost let her embarrassing years as her step-sisters’ maid slip out. Marken didn’t need to know something as humiliating as that. He’d probably just laugh at her trauma anyway. A prince like him probably didn’t even know what scrubbing floors and having blisters on his hands was like.
Ellanor felt a little uneasy as Marken explained that she would be staying in the palace. She supposed that made sense, but how closely did he want to sleep? They wouldn’t have to share a bed, would they? After all, royals tended to have their own beds. Yes, he still had to follow rules of decency, after all.

“Where will I be sleeping?” Ellanor asked a bit more straightforward, “I can’t imagine very far from you.”

“You will be in the joined room next to his grace,” an elderly woman suddenly announced, making Ellanor jump in shock, almost reaching for her dagger. How long had the old woman been there? Who the hell was she anyway?

“Prince Marken, when will you be informing your father of your decision?” the woman asked Marken rather dismissively, “I believe it is quite obvious that you will not be able to elope. This woman has to go through proper training and a background check in order to be accepted as your bride.”

A cold sweat overtook Ellanor for a moment as the woman announced that Ellanor would be submitted to a background check. They shouldn’t find any evidence of her being a spy, but one never knew for sure how good an information gatherer would be.
At Marken’s question, Ellanor's face contorted into a scowl, finishing her tea and putting her empty cup down onto the table. He was toying with her now, she could feel it. At any rate, ishe needed to be more careful from here on out. Ellanor realized that she would be lured in to move at Marken’s pace if she didn’t stand her ground, and moving at his pace would only mean trouble for her.

“I agreed that I would practice with you more,” Ellanor huffed at the prince stubbornly, “I never said that I would be your willing harlot. Please keep in mind that I’ve never been one to be comfortable with a man being so familiar with me. Suitors have been the last thing on my mind in the past years.”

Ellanor tried to be calm now and keep her expression neutral, but in truth, she was still nervous. As a prince, if Marken grew impatient, he could demand anything of her, and make her life hell. She could only hope that he would understand her situation. After all, he was only pretending to be deeply in love with her. Maybe she should just change the subject completely.

“Tonight…” Elanor continued, “Will I go home to my step-mother, or will I be expected to stay in the palace?”
8/10.
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"Nothing too major is going on," Sylvia assured her husband with a smile, "My teacher is acquainting me with Dragon customs & traditions. My new maid has been teaching me as well, things about the general public." Making a bit of a face, Sylvia tilted her head when she remembered something her maid Clara had told her just last night.

"Did you know that the dancers in gentlemen clubs around here can take off as much clothing as they want as long as they don't show their ankles & feet?" Sylvia mumbled, sounding appaled, "Please tell me, what makes ankles & feet so intimate? Elves walk around barefooted at home all the time."
Ellanor felt her stomach clench as Marken suggested that they kiss more, immediately battling out excitement and dread. This prince was going to have his revenge on Ellanor after all; there was no way she was going to be able to pretend like nothing happened after their agreement was carried out. Damn it.

“Well, know that I know that kissing isn’t uncomfortable, I wouldn’t mind,” Ellanor admitted, standing and moving back to her seat.

She poured the last of the tea pot into their cups and relaxed back into her chair, still calming her frazzled nerves. Would kissing Marken do this do her every time? She didn’t know if her poor heart could take all of that excitement. Speaking of excitement, she’d just realized how Marken had the upper hand, and how he may keep her from stealing his father’s secrets.

“This should be a given, but I have a feeling you have something up your sleeve,” Ellanor mumbled conspiratorially, her gaze actually a bit playful, “How much of my time will you be stealing, just to make sure I won’t be sneaking around?”
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10/10.
Korean Drama = drama i enjoy, but don't want in my own home.~
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