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"I like to pick locks," Ella replied bluntly as she ripped up a piece of bread. She could see a feel Marken's sheer terror in the air before she laughed, giving him a teasing smile. She could only imagine how nervous he was about people overhearing her, but honestly, she felt most of the people here wouldn't even think twice about what she said. They were paid to clean, not look into the prince's affairs.

"I was joking," Ella told Marken as she cut into her ham, "I like to sketch and draw. I mostly illustrate fictional characters I dream about."

Going back to her food, Ella wondered if Marken realized that she received the note, but drew no attention to it. All she knew was that she would have to get rid of it soon, just in case he was suspicious. The server girl had made a bit of a mistake by giving her special treatment.
Ella didn't like Marken's tone very much after she replied to his question, but she couldn't say she could blame him. He was dealing with a woman from a warring kingdom, one that he probably couldn't even torture information out of.

His comment stung a little when he claimed that she could be betraying her king, but Ella took the comment in stride and decided not to tell Marken that her king might actually find her current position fortuitous. As a future princess she had sway in the politics here, as well as access to private rooms. Marken probably believed that Ella was after battle plans, but really, even something as simple as an accurate map of the country would do nicely for King George's purposes.

The spy was brought out of her thoughts as Marken led her to the lunch table, giving him a small smile and following him over. After the prince kindly helped her into her chair, he sat himself and Ella looked over the delicious food. Before she could grab her napkin, however, a maid came up to her chair and snatched it, gently placing it in Ella's lap. She could feel the young woman slip something into her pocket and forced herself to not react outwardly, but instead give the woman a smile and nod her way. Was it a letter, instructions from her king perhaps?

"So tell me," Ella mumbled as she was given a small portion of everything on the table, "What do you usually do with your spare time, your grace? Do you like to hunt, or perhaps study linguistics?"
Sylvia was relieved that she & Aranhil were alone for the moment, knowing that the intimate way he touched her was just as controversial as back in the Elven kingdom. From what she had learned of the dragons thus far, showing open affection could be taken as weakness or a challenge to others. The men in Sylvia's new home seemed to be a little greedy with their treasures, whether it was possessions or loved ones. When her teacher had pointed out that many Dragon kings practiced polygamy with the daughters of foreign kings & nobility, Sylvia bristled with anger, fiercely proclaiming that Aranhil would never be allowed to have even one mistress. She wondered if Aranhil would be amused by her possessive display, or if he would be repulsed. All the same, she was happy that she was able to enjoy her husband's company & feel his hands idly wander over her exposed skin.

As Aranhil told his little story of the king with a supposed foot fetish, she naively listened intently, even leaning in a little. She was completely fascinated by the perversion of the notorious "foot king". When Aranhil sprung his trap, Sylvia let out squeals & laughter when her husband pounced & tickled her until she could barely breathe. & right before the elf was sure that she would faint, Aranhil grabbed her & pulled her against him for a kiss. Immediately, Sylvia forgot his attack on hr & melted into him easily. Sylvia clung to her husband & sighed contently when they parted, her chin resting on his shoulder to recover as Aranhil spoke.

To hear Aranhil say that he loved her was one of the most wonderful things Sylvia could ask for, & he was said it frequently. Sylvia wondered if the fluttering in her stomach would ever go away as she smiled warmly & held Aranhil's face in her hands, her thumbs rubbing his cheeks affectionately.

"You don't even have to tell me that," Sylvia assured Aranhil quietly, "You prove to me all the time that I am safe in your hands. It is I that seems to fall short when it comes to giving the affection you deserve. It makes me wonder how you keep such a level head all of the time."
banned for not recognizing genius.
9/10.
9/10.
don't rush yourself.
when you think of something, it'll click into place.

so far, we have the wolf having to deal with Red without letting her know who he is.
he can spend a bit more time with her & try to find out why she's after him, or he can book it in the dead of night to escape.
or something else entirely, like attacking her.

if you desire it.
Ella felt cold settled in her stomach as Marken asked her what she meant about them pretending. Should she tell him that she actually wanted to call off their deal and actually marry? It didn't seem like such a good idea now, considering she was on the borderline of treason last night. After all, someone from her kingdom would come to her rescue soon. She only had to wait until an ally came to help her out.

"I was only feeling bad for myself last night," Ella mumbled. Well, she wasn't lying about that. She was pitying herself over the fact that she was currently being forced into a marriage with a man who had no romantic attachment to her at all. He was mostly kind and treated her with the respect a woman ultimately deserved from a lover, but there were no feelings. They only had a physical attraction, she had to remind herself. He knew nothing of her childhood or hopes, and she only knew facts that would help her with her mission to find information.

"I naively believed that my king's enemies were foul and black-hearted people," Ella admitted, her finger lightly trailing a seam on the sofa, "Being treated like... like I have value by you and your father came as a shock to me. But I cannot betray my king; he has done too much for me to turn my back on him. He is the father I wasn't allowed to have as a child, and did his best to give me an education and means of protecting myself. I have a life-oath, if you will. Until King George no longer needs me, I will be loyal to him."
As much as Ella wanted to accept all of Marken's flirting and offers of kindness, she found herself starting to sink into a pattern that was becoming hard to break. But she wasn't going to become Marken's actual wife, so she needed to be more careful. As much as she wished it, she would never have a real marriage with the prince, or be able to tell him she had feelings for him.

"Let us change our clothes and eat," Ella mumbled softly, changing the subject, "People will assume I have an ill reputation if we hide in your rooms all day." Standing, Ella finally calmed herself, though she wanted to go to Marken again.

Eventually, she was able to convince him to lead her to their rooms, the young woman quickly changing herself into a newer outfit to avoid the eventual fight about how the only exit in Ella's room went through to Marken's. How paranoid was he that she would sneak out? Or was this normal?
Trembling as Marken pulled back a little, Ella scowled at the prince while her cheeks grew warm and pink. She could swear the man was trying to give her a heart-attack with the way he kissed her. She simply had no time to prepare herself before his mouth claimed hers.

"Y-you are insufferable," Ella huffed with her face still red, "If I didn't know any better, I would think that you enjoy this agreement of yours a little too much." Of course, Ella's heated lecture probably fell on deaf ears, for she hadn't found the will to extract herself from Marken's arms.

The young woman would go to her grave swearing that the prince was too strong for her to pull free, but she knew that she actually just wanted an excuse to stay close.
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