Ella was hardly prepared for Marken's gentleness and kiss, tensing up as his lips pressed on hers, subduing the annoyed retort she wanted to respond to the man with for taking such liberties. Of course, the kiss made her lock away her complaint, but she still stayed a little huffy, not liking it very much when she was ordered to do things.
and then there was the fact that she felt nervous again. Marken knew their marriage was temporary, so why was he being so kind to her? It made Ellanor feel like all of this was some kind of trap, some kind of play to make her fall in love with him and then get dumped. And Marken was crazy if he thought she would fall for something like that.
"W-we should go eat," Ella told Marken suddenly, pulling away from the prince and standing. She hoped that she could hide the disappointment in her eyes as she thought about the temporary bliss of their growing relationship and forced herself to smile, facing Marken again.
"Your father will get cross if we make him wait too long."
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Rose was a little shocked by Fenrir's offer to go to town with her, but not entirely displeased by it. In truth, she was a little happy that he was committed to getting to know her better, because she really had no idea how to court someone. Maybe spending the day with him would make them grow closer.
"S-sure," Rose answered, giving Fenrir a smile, "I'll feel a little safer when I take my route through the courthouse alley." Without anything else to say, Rose went back to finishing her breakfast, quickly finishing up her food & then helping her grandmother pick up everyone's empty dishes. Rose noted to herself that Fenrir seemed to eat a lot of meat, & she really did mean a lot of it. It was like the man wasn't even human.
After the breakfast things were put away, Rose filled her basket with the usual pies & cookies that were made from the night before, wondering to herself what Fenrir would think of her little town. Would he think less of her when he saw how tiny it was? Rose frowned at the thought, wondering why that mattered to much. She should be happy that something would cause him to have a disinterest in her, right? But she was conflicted, like she'd be sad if Fenrir left her behind.
"Are you ready to go now, Mr. Fenrir?" Rose asked as she stepped to the front door & carefully fastened her red cape around her shoulders.
"S-sure," Rose answered, giving Fenrir a smile, "I'll feel a little safer when I take my route through the courthouse alley." Without anything else to say, Rose went back to finishing her breakfast, quickly finishing up her food & then helping her grandmother pick up everyone's empty dishes. Rose noted to herself that Fenrir seemed to eat a lot of meat, & she really did mean a lot of it. It was like the man wasn't even human.
After the breakfast things were put away, Rose filled her basket with the usual pies & cookies that were made from the night before, wondering to herself what Fenrir would think of her little town. Would he think less of her when he saw how tiny it was? Rose frowned at the thought, wondering why that mattered to much. She should be happy that something would cause him to have a disinterest in her, right? But she was conflicted, like she'd be sad if Fenrir left her behind.
"Are you ready to go now, Mr. Fenrir?" Rose asked as she stepped to the front door & carefully fastened her red cape around her shoulders.
Ella awoke to that damned attendant staring down at her, giving the young woman the most pretentious look she'd ever received. She barely contained the impulse to punch the hell out of the woman and sat up, gently waking Marken by shaking his shoulder. As Marken opened his own eyes and sat up, Ella decided this woman was now her worst enemy in the castle, and made note to avoid her at all costs.
"It is time for supper, sire," the woman announced, still staring at Ella with her annoyingly condescending face, "Will your... guest be attending as well?"
"Yes, I will," Ella answered the woman almost immediately. She felt like she had to assert her dominance over the attendant for some reason, to let her know that Ellanor Winters wasn't some wilting lady of the court that would be bossed around.
"It is time for supper, sire," the woman announced, still staring at Ella with her annoyingly condescending face, "Will your... guest be attending as well?"
"Yes, I will," Ella answered the woman almost immediately. She felt like she had to assert her dominance over the attendant for some reason, to let her know that Ellanor Winters wasn't some wilting lady of the court that would be bossed around.
Ella let out a soft sigh as Marken pulled her into him more, her face suddenly pressed against his chest as he held her against him. Ella knew she should keep him from being too forward, but she was so comfortable right now just resting against him. Instead of pulling away, the foolish spy buried her face into Marken's chest, allowing him to hold her more closely.
It hurt to hear Marken say that Ella didn't want him, because honestly, she actually did after today. She just couldn't admit it out loud. She had to be loyal to her king and eventually leave. Staying with Marken would most definitely be treason. That was no way to pay back the man that took care of her when she fled her step-sisters and ended up in a foreign kingdom. The king and his adviser took her in like their own child and raised her as their own, while giving her the skills to become a spy and serve the kingdom.
"I am a fool," Ella simply stated after a few moments, still making no move to leave Marken's embrace. She closed her eyes without saying anything more and felt herself beginning to slip into a nap. It was a foolish decision, falling asleep and being at the mercy of her enemy, but she just knew for some reason that Marken would keep her safe. It was a nice feeling, and a new one. She'd always been taught to keep on her toes.
It hurt to hear Marken say that Ella didn't want him, because honestly, she actually did after today. She just couldn't admit it out loud. She had to be loyal to her king and eventually leave. Staying with Marken would most definitely be treason. That was no way to pay back the man that took care of her when she fled her step-sisters and ended up in a foreign kingdom. The king and his adviser took her in like their own child and raised her as their own, while giving her the skills to become a spy and serve the kingdom.
"I am a fool," Ella simply stated after a few moments, still making no move to leave Marken's embrace. She closed her eyes without saying anything more and felt herself beginning to slip into a nap. It was a foolish decision, falling asleep and being at the mercy of her enemy, but she just knew for some reason that Marken would keep her safe. It was a nice feeling, and a new one. She'd always been taught to keep on her toes.
Ella stiffened against Marken as he held her captive against him, both delighted and worried by his actions. She supposed that she should be happy that he wasn't completely repulsed by her, but it made her job as a fake wife very easy on her. She'd just established that she needed to keep herself emotionally unattached, but everything seemed to be obliterating her intentions. What was worse was that she enjoyed the feel of him against her like this.
Despite her better judgment, Ella rested her head on Marken's shoulder and closed her eyes, forcing herself to relax. She had to admit, being cuddled against him was calming, and she enjoyed it more than she expected to. Being around Marken was such a new thing for her. When the prince announced that he intended to hold Ella against him often, she smiled to herself, rather liking the idea of it. Perhaps, in a more perfect world, the two of them could actually grow to love each other. But things like that only happened in fairy tales.
"I'm afraid that if you keep spoiling me like this, I'll become one of those clingy admirers you hate," Ella laughed, making a small joke as her arm hesitantly reached up to wrap around his torso, lying limply over his chest.
Despite her better judgment, Ella rested her head on Marken's shoulder and closed her eyes, forcing herself to relax. She had to admit, being cuddled against him was calming, and she enjoyed it more than she expected to. Being around Marken was such a new thing for her. When the prince announced that he intended to hold Ella against him often, she smiled to herself, rather liking the idea of it. Perhaps, in a more perfect world, the two of them could actually grow to love each other. But things like that only happened in fairy tales.
"I'm afraid that if you keep spoiling me like this, I'll become one of those clingy admirers you hate," Ella laughed, making a small joke as her arm hesitantly reached up to wrap around his torso, lying limply over his chest.
Ella wasn't sure how exactly to respond to Marken's statement, shifting a bit in her seat. Damn it, this country and their acceptance of open affection. At home, people rather frowned upon public fawning, so the point that she knew of a woman criticized as a whore for flirting with her own husband in public. It wasn't that Ella appreciated such closed-mindedness, but in this situation, it would make her job easier.
"A-as long as the kiss doesn't have to be as... thorough as before," Ella reasoned. Ella wanted badly to have another drink but stopped herself, standing instead and slowly walking to the long sofa where Marken sat. With a deep breath, she sat down beside him, willing herself to not become too embarrassed.
"I suppose the best I can do right now is to allow myself to get used to being near you," Ella reasoned, clasping her hands on her lap once more. Truthfully, she wanted to kiss Marken again and curl up at his side, but she could hardly bring herself to even look at him at the moment, due to her self-restraint & goal to not become too attached to this man.
"A-as long as the kiss doesn't have to be as... thorough as before," Ella reasoned. Ella wanted badly to have another drink but stopped herself, standing instead and slowly walking to the long sofa where Marken sat. With a deep breath, she sat down beside him, willing herself to not become too embarrassed.
"I suppose the best I can do right now is to allow myself to get used to being near you," Ella reasoned, clasping her hands on her lap once more. Truthfully, she wanted to kiss Marken again and curl up at his side, but she could hardly bring herself to even look at him at the moment, due to her self-restraint & goal to not become too attached to this man.
"I'm not worried about getting drunk," Ella sighed before finishing her drink and then putting her glass down. She took note that keeping up with Marken while drinking was an acceptable practice, at least around him. She'd probably have to hold back a little around others, for the sake of modesty of course.
Damn it, she was so off base. Marken practically had her dancing in his hands right now, the littlest comments he said setting her off. She needed to calm herself, and to not allow her emotions to sway her. At this rate, she was just putting him off with her insecurity.
"Should I be present when you speak with your father later?" Ella asked Marken, getting back on topic. She rested her chin on her palm and forced herself to relax, her eyes closing for a moment.
Damn it, she was so off base. Marken practically had her dancing in his hands right now, the littlest comments he said setting her off. She needed to calm herself, and to not allow her emotions to sway her. At this rate, she was just putting him off with her insecurity.
"Should I be present when you speak with your father later?" Ella asked Marken, getting back on topic. She rested her chin on her palm and forced herself to relax, her eyes closing for a moment.
With an intense, burning anger in her eyes, Ella accepted the wine and relaxed in her seat again. She needed to calm herself, she thought quietly, it would do her no good to deny the prince’s claim at this point, and he’d already decided that she would be jealous of another woman in his bed.
“I would prefer your servants not gossip and begin to question our union,” Ella reasoned once she calmed herself enough to think straight, “It won’t do you any good to have people questioning our undying love for each other, right?”
Ella took a long drink of her wine but didn't finish it again, the liquor finally doing its job and easing her stress away. Besides, she shouldn't drink entirely too much with Marken right there in front of her, or he’d think she was some kind of bar maid.
“I would prefer your servants not gossip and begin to question our union,” Ella reasoned once she calmed herself enough to think straight, “It won’t do you any good to have people questioning our undying love for each other, right?”
Ella took a long drink of her wine but didn't finish it again, the liquor finally doing its job and easing her stress away. Besides, she shouldn't drink entirely too much with Marken right there in front of her, or he’d think she was some kind of bar maid.
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“You make it sound like you’re going to treat me horribly,” Ellanor mumbled, making her words seem like a passing comment, “I don’t need you to buy my time, Marken, just treat me well and call me Ella. Ellanor makes me sound like an old woman, and the alias I gave you at the ball grates my nerves, in truth. And… I will not tolerate a mistress, do you understand?”
Odd, why did whether Marken had a mistress or not gather her attention? Ellanor tried to convince herself that she simply didn’t want people gossiping and snooping around if he had another woman, but to be honest, she knew she’d be jealous. Damn it, he was right after all. Being his wife was going to be tiring.
Odd, why did whether Marken had a mistress or not gather her attention? Ellanor tried to convince herself that she simply didn’t want people gossiping and snooping around if he had another woman, but to be honest, she knew she’d be jealous. Damn it, he was right after all. Being his wife was going to be tiring.
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