Ella quietly stared back at Marken, unsure if he was being serious right now. It seemed like he was being serious, but she couldn't quite tell. He could just be making fun of her. Chewing her lip, Ella inched closer, finding herself unable to deny an offer from Marken, even if he might be using it as a chance to make fun of her.
Leaning up, Ella quickly gave the prince a peck on the cheek, goading him on a little. If he was serious, he would give her a more serious kiss. She wasn't going to just throw herself at him and let him assume she was some harlot. She wasn't that desperate to give him his way.
"H-happy now?" Ella mumbled, looking away in embarrassment.
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Rose sucked in a quiet breath as Fenrir grabbed her hand, completely caught off guard by the small display of affection. She looked at him purposefully, trying to see his motive, but he was completely at ease, although the couple had already held hands many times over.
"Casanova," Rose muttered softly, although her hand enclosed over his anyway & she made no move to pull away. Fenrir was so much bolder than any man who sought her affections before, Jack included. she found herself enjoying it though, his easy but firm approach to become closer taking away her shyness.
The city was rather busy that day, & Rose found herself walkout closer to Fenrir, even as people stared quietly. The town wasn't very big, & the last word on Rose was that she had picked Jack as her suitor, not some foreigner. Rose tried not to be intimidated & did her usual rounds to the bakeries, knowing she would have to face Jack today.
"Casanova," Rose muttered softly, although her hand enclosed over his anyway & she made no move to pull away. Fenrir was so much bolder than any man who sought her affections before, Jack included. she found herself enjoying it though, his easy but firm approach to become closer taking away her shyness.
The city was rather busy that day, & Rose found herself walkout closer to Fenrir, even as people stared quietly. The town wasn't very big, & the last word on Rose was that she had picked Jack as her suitor, not some foreigner. Rose tried not to be intimidated & did her usual rounds to the bakeries, knowing she would have to face Jack today.
Ella jumped at Marken's question, looking over at the man as he sat up, asking her why he was an idiot. She couldn't admit that she was talking about herself so she looked away, finishing putting her hair up in a bun, mostly for modesty. An unmarried woman should never be seen with her hair free, she knew that much.
"You're an idiot because you stayed with me all night," Ella mumbled, still unable to look at Marken, in case her face gave something away. She still wanted to kiss him, and it was unbearable.
"I already warned you not to trust me," Ella continued, "Anyone could figure out that someone like me shouldn't be allowed close to someone of your status. I would kill you if my king commanded it, understood?" Ella tried not to retract her statements, but as it was, she was loyal to her king, and her conflicting feelings towards Marken shouldn't change that. All the same, she didn't want to be too cold.
"But... thank you anyway" Ella mumbled hesitantly, finally looking back at Marken. Her cheeks felt warm, so she could only imagine how much she was blushing.
"You're an idiot because you stayed with me all night," Ella mumbled, still unable to look at Marken, in case her face gave something away. She still wanted to kiss him, and it was unbearable.
"I already warned you not to trust me," Ella continued, "Anyone could figure out that someone like me shouldn't be allowed close to someone of your status. I would kill you if my king commanded it, understood?" Ella tried not to retract her statements, but as it was, she was loyal to her king, and her conflicting feelings towards Marken shouldn't change that. All the same, she didn't want to be too cold.
"But... thank you anyway" Ella mumbled hesitantly, finally looking back at Marken. Her cheeks felt warm, so she could only imagine how much she was blushing.
Ella finally awoke well-rested rather late the next morning, the sun already in the sky by the time her eyes opened. She could feel that her face was a little swollen from crying last night, but she was otherwise fine. What was more interesting was how she and Marken were wrapped together, snuggled comfortably on the sofa. Damn it, she didn't want to move. But she had to.
Gently, Ella extracted herself from Marken enough to look down at the prince as he slept. He actually looked kind of... cute like this. Ella's cheeks warmed as she reached up and brushed his hair from his face, took in the calmness of his features, and then settled on his lips. Remembering how Marken kissed her yesterday made her own lips tingle again. It had been really pleasant.
On impulse, Ella leaned down towards the prince, stopping herself as her lips almost touched Marken's. Had she lost her bloody mind or something? What if she woke him; there was no explaining away an action like that by claiming it was for more practice.
"Idiot," Ella hissed to herself after sitting up straight. It was much colder in the room without Marken's warmth, but she forced herself not to cuddle against him again and climbed off of the sofa, pulling her long, honey brown hair free of its messy bun and combed it out with her fingers as she mentally kicked herself for being so impulsive and stupid. The last thing she should be doing was indulging herself in flirting.
Gently, Ella extracted herself from Marken enough to look down at the prince as he slept. He actually looked kind of... cute like this. Ella's cheeks warmed as she reached up and brushed his hair from his face, took in the calmness of his features, and then settled on his lips. Remembering how Marken kissed her yesterday made her own lips tingle again. It had been really pleasant.
On impulse, Ella leaned down towards the prince, stopping herself as her lips almost touched Marken's. Had she lost her bloody mind or something? What if she woke him; there was no explaining away an action like that by claiming it was for more practice.
"Idiot," Ella hissed to herself after sitting up straight. It was much colder in the room without Marken's warmth, but she forced herself not to cuddle against him again and climbed off of the sofa, pulling her long, honey brown hair free of its messy bun and combed it out with her fingers as she mentally kicked herself for being so impulsive and stupid. The last thing she should be doing was indulging herself in flirting.
"Ellanor, your incompetence knows no bounds, does it?" the teacher hissed, causing the young girl before her to cringe. Before the whole class, Ella was forced to open the back of her school dress and kneel in front of the chalk board. Angry bruises and welts already covered her back, thanks to the constant framing of her step-sisters.
Anastasia and Drucilla couldn't just make her suffer at home, but here at school. They would often lie and convince the teacher that Ella caused mischief for fun. At a school that believed in martial law, mischief was a grave mistake. In no time at all, Cinderella became the example of what happened to bad little girls.
"Ellanor, you will apologize for stealing Anastasia's quill pen, and then receive your punishment," the teacher ordered.
"B-but I didn't-"
Ella let out a pitiful scream as the woman's whipping stick came down full force on Ella's back, the young girl clinging to the wall before her. The class cringed away, some even gasping in horror, but no one came to Ella's defense.
"Apologize, Ellanor!"
"I-i'm sorry for stealing the pen!" Ellanor whimpered, her eyes blurred with her tears now. After Ella finished her apology, the stick swung down once more to finish her punishment.
..._..._...
At the last possible moment, Ella jerked from her sleep, tears in her eyes again. Why did she have that dream just now? She hadn't even thought of her beatings at the school in years. Apparently, she wasn't over it, though. Leaning up, Ella realized she was still in Marken's drawing room with him, the lights turned down just enough for them to sleep, but everything else in place since supper.
Ella's back burned as she extracted herself from Marken, needing to be able to breathe better. Did he hold her this whole time? Why would he do that, sacrificing a comfortable night in his bed to be her pillow? All Ella knew was that with Marken, things didn't seem to make much sense. With a small grunt, Ella pulled on a throw blanket on the back of the sofa and sighed. She should go find her own bed, but enjoying herself curled up against Marken was too tempting. Who knew if she would get this chance again.
Ella pulled the blanket back over her and the prince before lying over him once more. Once she was sure he was more comfortable than the last time, she settled against him, wrapped up in his warmth and the blanket now. Not surprisingly, his closeness helped her become sleepy again, and in no time, she was drifting back into slumber.
Anastasia and Drucilla couldn't just make her suffer at home, but here at school. They would often lie and convince the teacher that Ella caused mischief for fun. At a school that believed in martial law, mischief was a grave mistake. In no time at all, Cinderella became the example of what happened to bad little girls.
"Ellanor, you will apologize for stealing Anastasia's quill pen, and then receive your punishment," the teacher ordered.
"B-but I didn't-"
Ella let out a pitiful scream as the woman's whipping stick came down full force on Ella's back, the young girl clinging to the wall before her. The class cringed away, some even gasping in horror, but no one came to Ella's defense.
"Apologize, Ellanor!"
"I-i'm sorry for stealing the pen!" Ellanor whimpered, her eyes blurred with her tears now. After Ella finished her apology, the stick swung down once more to finish her punishment.
..._..._...
At the last possible moment, Ella jerked from her sleep, tears in her eyes again. Why did she have that dream just now? She hadn't even thought of her beatings at the school in years. Apparently, she wasn't over it, though. Leaning up, Ella realized she was still in Marken's drawing room with him, the lights turned down just enough for them to sleep, but everything else in place since supper.
Ella's back burned as she extracted herself from Marken, needing to be able to breathe better. Did he hold her this whole time? Why would he do that, sacrificing a comfortable night in his bed to be her pillow? All Ella knew was that with Marken, things didn't seem to make much sense. With a small grunt, Ella pulled on a throw blanket on the back of the sofa and sighed. She should go find her own bed, but enjoying herself curled up against Marken was too tempting. Who knew if she would get this chance again.
Ella pulled the blanket back over her and the prince before lying over him once more. Once she was sure he was more comfortable than the last time, she settled against him, wrapped up in his warmth and the blanket now. Not surprisingly, his closeness helped her become sleepy again, and in no time, she was drifting back into slumber.
Despite her best efforts to stop her tears, Ella allowed Marken to hold her in his arms as she sobbed quietly into his chest. Her little fit only lasted a couple of minutes, but she was totally exhausted by the time her tears dried, and she no longer had the strength to pull herself away. Instead, the young woman laid her head on Marken's chest as her breathing evened out, his warmth comforting her.
Ella wished she could say that she was more comfortable with going along with the plan now, but in all honesty, she'd just accomplished convincing herself that the king would probably only be disappointed for a short while before pushing Marken to marry another woman. Of course, there was also the growing concern that Ella may not want to leave later on. She could probably force herself to do it, but it would be crushing for herself.
Eventually, rest demanded Ella's attention and she curled her feet onto the sofa, her slippers sliding off of her feet as her body stayed curled against Marken and her eyes grew heavy. She wished that she could fully enjoy this, that the rest of the nights of her life were filled with him comforting her. All she could do for now was to enjoy the attention. It would make for a good memory in the future.
Ella wished she could say that she was more comfortable with going along with the plan now, but in all honesty, she'd just accomplished convincing herself that the king would probably only be disappointed for a short while before pushing Marken to marry another woman. Of course, there was also the growing concern that Ella may not want to leave later on. She could probably force herself to do it, but it would be crushing for herself.
Eventually, rest demanded Ella's attention and she curled her feet onto the sofa, her slippers sliding off of her feet as her body stayed curled against Marken and her eyes grew heavy. She wished that she could fully enjoy this, that the rest of the nights of her life were filled with him comforting her. All she could do for now was to enjoy the attention. It would make for a good memory in the future.
Ella could feel herself shaking from head to toe by the time she and Marken returned to his apartments. She felt like a mental patient, needing Marken's help just to make it to the sofa and sit down, her hands still clinging to his as she squeezed her eyes shut tight. Then, finally sitting down and alone with Marken, Ella allowed herself to cry. She didn't care if it made her fiancé think less of her at this point; she'd been burying her distress for well over an hour now.
"Marken, I can't marry you," Ella told the man as she tried to wipe tears from her cheeks, "Didn't you see your father's reaction tonight? It'll crush him when we divorce. I can't do something that cruel to a father. He just wants the best for you, and we're taking advantage of that."
"Marken, I can't marry you," Ella told the man as she tried to wipe tears from her cheeks, "Didn't you see your father's reaction tonight? It'll crush him when we divorce. I can't do something that cruel to a father. He just wants the best for you, and we're taking advantage of that."
Ella felt like she'd been punch in the gut, wanting nothing more than to run away now. She hadn't been prepared for the Rhal king to be so kind. She'd been taught that he was evil and an obstacle to be taken down, so it never occurred to her that he could be friendly. And he was so happy to see her with Marken. Damn it, she had another reason to feel guilty now.
Eating supper was hell for Ella; she barely even touched her food, although she was able to appear to be calm & happy herself. The more delighted and friendly King Glenn became, the worse Ella felt about what she was doing with Marken. Did he feel guilt over this as well?
By dessert, Ella felt like hiding herself in a corner and never coming out of it. Glenn was actually moved to tears by his son's announcement that he and Ella would get married within the month. It was enough to make her feel lower than a snake. Was this Marken's real revenge, making her feel terrible for eventually dashing all of his father's hopes that his son would have a happy marriage? He didn't seem to be the type who would sink that low, but she was willing to believe anything at this point.
Eating supper was hell for Ella; she barely even touched her food, although she was able to appear to be calm & happy herself. The more delighted and friendly King Glenn became, the worse Ella felt about what she was doing with Marken. Did he feel guilt over this as well?
By dessert, Ella felt like hiding herself in a corner and never coming out of it. Glenn was actually moved to tears by his son's announcement that he and Ella would get married within the month. It was enough to make her feel lower than a snake. Was this Marken's real revenge, making her feel terrible for eventually dashing all of his father's hopes that his son would have a happy marriage? He didn't seem to be the type who would sink that low, but she was willing to believe anything at this point.
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Ella felt her chest sting as Marken spoke, suddenly feeling like she shouldn't go through with this agreement anymore. She didn't want to be in a fake marriage, she didn't want to become attached to a man who thought he meant nothing to her. She'd spent her life being as honest as she could, and this was just torture.
Ella tried to drag along as Marken walked to the dining hall, her sluggish pace doing very little to slow down the determined prince. Could he tell she was having second thoughts? Did he know what she was so hesitant? She should tell him now that she didn't want to just act like she was attracted to him, and be as straightforward as she was used to being. He would understand, he had to.
"L-look," Ella mumbled as they grew close to the room, "We don't need to pretend-"
"Marken, my boy!" a familiar, loud voice called. The king walked out of the dining hall to greet his son and the woman with him, smiling from ear to ear. Damn it, it was the king. Ella placed a careful smile on her face as the king grew close, knowing it would be bad if it was obvious that she was dreading this meeting. The man who stood in the way of her kingdom's happiness was right in front of her, and she could do nothing about it.
Ella felt her chest sting as Marken spoke, suddenly feeling like she shouldn't go through with this agreement anymore. She didn't want to be in a fake marriage, she didn't want to become attached to a man who thought he meant nothing to her. She'd spent her life being as honest as she could, and this was just torture.
Ella tried to drag along as Marken walked to the dining hall, her sluggish pace doing very little to slow down the determined prince. Could he tell she was having second thoughts? Did he know what she was so hesitant? She should tell him now that she didn't want to just act like she was attracted to him, and be as straightforward as she was used to being. He would understand, he had to.
"L-look," Ella mumbled as they grew close to the room, "We don't need to pretend-"
"Marken, my boy!" a familiar, loud voice called. The king walked out of the dining hall to greet his son and the woman with him, smiling from ear to ear. Damn it, it was the king. Ella placed a careful smile on her face as the king grew close, knowing it would be bad if it was obvious that she was dreading this meeting. The man who stood in the way of her kingdom's happiness was right in front of her, and she could do nothing about it.
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