Ella smiled warmly down at Marken until he fell asleep, finally letting herself back into her previous mood. What was she going to do after Marken tired of her being around? The war between their kingdoms would only last so long, and after everything was settled, Marken would either be dead or ready to marry a woman he actually fancied. Odd, but it made her chest hurt to think of her prince with another woman.
"So stupid," Ella grumbled at herself. It was slowly becoming her mantra, she realized, for she just seemed to be getting herself into more and more trouble with Marken. It just seemed to be impossible to fight against her feelings for him. But as their arrangement was temporary, she couldn't bring herself to get comfortable with their relationship.
"I wish you wouldn't abandon me as well," Ella mumbled sadly as she pushed Marken's hair out of his face. After she was sure that he was actually asleep, she leaned down and gently kissed his forehead. She then decided that she should stop with her pity party for a while, and grabbed her book before she rested back into the pillows. A few minutes later, she'd fallen asleep with the book cast aside, Marken's hand in her own, and her head rested in her pillows.
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"I'm not going anywhere," Ella sighed a bit impatiently. She forced Marken to release her for a moment and stood, gently pulling him to his feet and wiping his eyes clean with her thumbs. Marken looked so sad and vulnerable; she couldn't leave him alone right now even if she wanted to. and to her dismay, she admitted that she didn't want to.
"Come lay down," Ella suggested, pulling Marken over to her bed, "A nap will do you some good, so just relax for a bit and try to clear your mind. Your mama isn't dead yet, so there's no point in grieving her yet, okay?"
Grabbing a book that looked mildly interesting from a nearby book shelf, Ella climbed into her bed again. She piled a bunch of pillows behind her, bunched up her tossed-aside throw-blanket, and then patted her lap for Marken, signaling that she would allow him to use her lap as a pillow.
The sooner Marken calmed, the sooner he'd be back to his witty, almost-icy self, talking her in circles and driving her nuts with his taunting. Was she a masochist for admitting to herself that she couldn't wait for that? Shaking her head, Ella briefly tried to convince herself that she was just kidding, though she knew better than that.
"Come lay down," Ella suggested, pulling Marken over to her bed, "A nap will do you some good, so just relax for a bit and try to clear your mind. Your mama isn't dead yet, so there's no point in grieving her yet, okay?"
Grabbing a book that looked mildly interesting from a nearby book shelf, Ella climbed into her bed again. She piled a bunch of pillows behind her, bunched up her tossed-aside throw-blanket, and then patted her lap for Marken, signaling that she would allow him to use her lap as a pillow.
The sooner Marken calmed, the sooner he'd be back to his witty, almost-icy self, talking her in circles and driving her nuts with his taunting. Was she a masochist for admitting to herself that she couldn't wait for that? Shaking her head, Ella briefly tried to convince herself that she was just kidding, though she knew better than that.
Ella fell back a little as Marken hugged her tight, her arms reaching up to wrap around his head as he kept her close. She was shocked that he would show such a vulnerable side of himself to her, and so quickly. Earlier, she was fairly certain that he wasn't going to be doing any more sharing with her. But as much as she'd like to be happy about Marken being closer to her, they still had the situation at hand. Ella knew what it was like to lose both parents, and wouldn't wish that experience on her very worst enemy.
"Idiot," Ella mumbled under her breath. Leaning down, Ella cupped Marken's cheeks and pressed her lips to his softly, sliding down to sit in his lap and hug him closer. Ella kissed the prince until he calmed and then parted, gently wiping his tears from the corners of his eyes. It was odd to see that men cried as well, especially one that Ella had forbidden herself from loving.
Would it be okay to love him now, and could she allow herself to become emotionally attached to Marken now that she knew he wasn't made of stone? It wasn't like she was going anywhere now. King George's decision was always absolute.
"We can't save your mother unless we act," Ella told Marken gently, "I'll do whatever you need me to if you need comforting, but try to remain optimistic and do as I say. Can you do that, Marken? Your mama needs you to be strong right now."
"Idiot," Ella mumbled under her breath. Leaning down, Ella cupped Marken's cheeks and pressed her lips to his softly, sliding down to sit in his lap and hug him closer. Ella kissed the prince until he calmed and then parted, gently wiping his tears from the corners of his eyes. It was odd to see that men cried as well, especially one that Ella had forbidden herself from loving.
Would it be okay to love him now, and could she allow herself to become emotionally attached to Marken now that she knew he wasn't made of stone? It wasn't like she was going anywhere now. King George's decision was always absolute.
"We can't save your mother unless we act," Ella told Marken gently, "I'll do whatever you need me to if you need comforting, but try to remain optimistic and do as I say. Can you do that, Marken? Your mama needs you to be strong right now."
ohhh, so i'll be seeing some fast results then.
there is no resisting chocolate!~
there is no resisting chocolate!~
Ella flinched away from Marken initially, despite her resolve to stand up to him. However, his retaliation never came, and Ella was rather shocked when he instead justified his accusations towards her, and even apologized. Marken was a strange man indeed, and it made Ella all the more nervous. She was used to the unapologetic sort who expected a woman to "know her place" in society.
Though Ella was tempted to talk to Marken about his chivalry, she decided to put that on hold and tried to think of how she could help the queen without giving herself or Marken away. Biting her lower lip, Ella quietly made her way around the prince and sat at her desk to make a short list on a piece of paper. After she finished the list she stood again, bringing it over to Marken and gently slid the note into his hand.
"I need you to memorize this list of symptoms and then visit your mother," Ella told Marken quietly, "Take note of everything different about her, even if it's something like eye discoloration. Once I have the symptoms, I should be able to figure out what poison was given to her... I know this is a lot to ask, but you'll need to trust me and do exactly as I say in order to save your mother; I don't know if we'll even be able to work quickly enough to save her."
For whatever reason, Ella reached out on impulse and dragged Marken's head closer, hugging it gently against her chest to comfort him. It was a little awkward, due to their height difference, but Ella was sure that Marken would understand her intentions. No child should have to lose their mother like this, and if she could help it, Marken wouldn't.
Though Ella was tempted to talk to Marken about his chivalry, she decided to put that on hold and tried to think of how she could help the queen without giving herself or Marken away. Biting her lower lip, Ella quietly made her way around the prince and sat at her desk to make a short list on a piece of paper. After she finished the list she stood again, bringing it over to Marken and gently slid the note into his hand.
"I need you to memorize this list of symptoms and then visit your mother," Ella told Marken quietly, "Take note of everything different about her, even if it's something like eye discoloration. Once I have the symptoms, I should be able to figure out what poison was given to her... I know this is a lot to ask, but you'll need to trust me and do exactly as I say in order to save your mother; I don't know if we'll even be able to work quickly enough to save her."
For whatever reason, Ella reached out on impulse and dragged Marken's head closer, hugging it gently against her chest to comfort him. It was a little awkward, due to their height difference, but Ella was sure that Marken would understand her intentions. No child should have to lose their mother like this, and if she could help it, Marken wouldn't.
haha, it's cool.
i know how that is.
i feel the urge to scrub once a week, so it's a little easier on me to clean everything for spring.
i know how that is.
i feel the urge to scrub once a week, so it's a little easier on me to clean everything for spring.
Ella felt blind rage in her entire being as Marken accused her of trying to kill his mother. Yes, she was a spy, but that didn't make her some heartless being that would pick off a woman simply for the sake of her being from a warring country. Before she could get a grip on her frustration, Ella stalked over to Marken and swung as hard as she could. Her palm stung something fierce as her slap sent the man reeling and her cheeks became wet with her tears once more.
"I done nothing to be ashamed of!" Ella yelled angrily, her voice coming out hoarse with the effort of her retort, "Really, how stupid can you be? If I resisted killing you, someone who greatly compromised my mission, why would I stoop so low to... to murder someone who has almost nothing to do with the war? I may not have the most glorious employment in the world, but I am no monster who picks off women and children."
Now, onto a more pressing issue than the prince's hurtful assumptions. Maybe Ella would know what could cure her. Turning on her heel, Ella wiped her face dry and forced herself to calm down. She didn't forgive Marken for treating her like a murderer, but she did understand why he did it.
"Take me to your mother," Ella ordered as she straightened her appearance, "I may know what she's been poisoned with and how to cure it. If King George wishes to leave me in this kingdom, I will assume that I am allowed to do whatever will make my life more comfortable. And I am not comfortable with being accused of everything that goes wrong in Rhal."
"I done nothing to be ashamed of!" Ella yelled angrily, her voice coming out hoarse with the effort of her retort, "Really, how stupid can you be? If I resisted killing you, someone who greatly compromised my mission, why would I stoop so low to... to murder someone who has almost nothing to do with the war? I may not have the most glorious employment in the world, but I am no monster who picks off women and children."
Now, onto a more pressing issue than the prince's hurtful assumptions. Maybe Ella would know what could cure her. Turning on her heel, Ella wiped her face dry and forced herself to calm down. She didn't forgive Marken for treating her like a murderer, but she did understand why he did it.
"Take me to your mother," Ella ordered as she straightened her appearance, "I may know what she's been poisoned with and how to cure it. If King George wishes to leave me in this kingdom, I will assume that I am allowed to do whatever will make my life more comfortable. And I am not comfortable with being accused of everything that goes wrong in Rhal."
Ella stayed completely still as Marken entered the room, awake the moment she could hear movement in the background. With the angry way he was slamming doors and stalking around, she half expected him to drag her out of the bed by her hair due to his temper, but he sat in a chair instead, just waiting quietly. She didn't like the silence, didn't like that he didn't just come out with whatever it was. When her teacher grew angry like that, she was in for a good whipping.
Steeling herself for whatever reason Marken was annoyed with her, Ella finally opened her eyes and sat up, unable to hide the tired expression on her face and the slight puffiness from her crying. When Ella saw the note in Marken's hand her eyes narrowed and she climbed from the bed, just in case she needed to move around quickly. She was used to men being violent when they were disappointed, and she'd be damned before she laid down and took a beating from any man.
"What has you in such a little hissy fit?" Ella huffed as she pulled her hair into a more neat bun, "You can't have expected me to not try to escape. But you have what you want, in the end. My king has abandoned me and made it quite clear that I am useless to him now."
Ella didn't like the way her voice was shaking, but she pretended there was no issue, even though all she wanted to do was cry. Her pride wouldn't allow her to admit that she felt wounded, that being abandoned was her worst fear for the longest time.
Steeling herself for whatever reason Marken was annoyed with her, Ella finally opened her eyes and sat up, unable to hide the tired expression on her face and the slight puffiness from her crying. When Ella saw the note in Marken's hand her eyes narrowed and she climbed from the bed, just in case she needed to move around quickly. She was used to men being violent when they were disappointed, and she'd be damned before she laid down and took a beating from any man.
"What has you in such a little hissy fit?" Ella huffed as she pulled her hair into a more neat bun, "You can't have expected me to not try to escape. But you have what you want, in the end. My king has abandoned me and made it quite clear that I am useless to him now."
Ella didn't like the way her voice was shaking, but she pretended there was no issue, even though all she wanted to do was cry. Her pride wouldn't allow her to admit that she felt wounded, that being abandoned was her worst fear for the longest time.
it was beautiful.
he's a punk alright.
xD
he's a punk alright.
xD
Jerk. Ella could tell Marken forced his conversation with her and quickly grew impatient. The man quickly flipped his feelings towards her like a switch, greatly disappointing her. Although, she supposed that she should be happy that he was so easily expelled; it would make her job easier. But still, she was exasperated. What kind of man was sweet one day, then as welcoming as a block of ice the next?
When the king arrived to eat his own lunch, Ella observed his haggard appearance and tired demeanor, and felt pity despite herself. It was hard to accept that he was human, in the end; unlike his son who seemed to have the ability to control emotions like a machine.
"Ginger, honey, lemon juice, and warm water," Ella recited aloud as she finished a bit of food. Glenn gave her a perplexed look as she smiled over him a bit warmly and took her napkin from her lap.
"It's an herbal tea that my papa used to give me as a child," Ella explained to the king, "I used to not sleep very well, and he would make that for me to soothe my nerves."
"Ah, I meant to ask you in person, Ella, who was your father?" Glenn asked. He seemed to be trying to avoid his own worried at the moment, but Ella supposed she could indulge him with an answer.
"My father was Lord James Winters," Ella answered as she fiddled with a fork in front of her, "I am afraid he passed when I was young; he was serving you on a mission, my king, in the Toren kingdom. He was killed in the massacre on the day the treaty collapsed." and you let him die. You let that whole faction die when you refused to send a single platoon for their protection.
Ella felt her emotional control snapping and calmed herself before she tried to relax. Her anger at the king was misplaced, she knew that, but the fact that he never even apologized for the men who died in his name bothered her. As Ella finished speaking she stood from her seat, gently pushing it in. Things were becoming too awkward for her, and her mood had already been soured considerably by Marken's attitude towards her.
"If you will please excuse me, I will return to my room for a little bit," Ella announced, "It would seem the two of you could use some time to speak, and I believe that I have bored your son with conversation long enough." Ella kept her polite smile plastered on her face, but the edge in her voice was unmistakable. When she exited the dining room, Glenn let out a chuckle and dug into his food again.
"She's a spitfire," the king decided aloud, "I rather like her."
..._..._...
Quickly, Ella made her way to her room, sliding into Marken's apartments and going through his room to get to hers. She wouldn't admit it, but she loved her room very much, especially since the curtains opened to look out into the gardens. It allowed her to calm herself seeing the beautiful flowers and exotic plants. Maybe they would encourage her to have some good dreams for once.
Walking over to her bed after locking the door (which honestly seemed pointless since Marken probably had a key anyway) Ella pulled out the little note, only to feel her hopes sink to the floor. No, this couldn't be right.
Ella, I am sorry, but I cannot-
Ella crumpled the letter and tossed it to the ground before she made her way to the bed with wobbly feet and climbed in. She sunk into it bonelessly as she tried to process her situation now. No one was coming to save her. That was King George's handwriting, and he had informed her that there was no way to extract her from the Rhal kingdom. There was no hope for her now, she'd been abandoned. All kings were hopeless bastards.
Curling under the throw blanket she'd tossed onto the bed that morning, Ella closed her eyes and cried into her bed. The blanket still smelled like Marken, making her think of slightly more pleasant things, like him teasing her, or the gentle way he'd kissed her yesterday. Calmed somewhat, Ella allowed herself to sink into slumber, the familiar darkness greeting her as she tried to rest.
When the king arrived to eat his own lunch, Ella observed his haggard appearance and tired demeanor, and felt pity despite herself. It was hard to accept that he was human, in the end; unlike his son who seemed to have the ability to control emotions like a machine.
"Ginger, honey, lemon juice, and warm water," Ella recited aloud as she finished a bit of food. Glenn gave her a perplexed look as she smiled over him a bit warmly and took her napkin from her lap.
"It's an herbal tea that my papa used to give me as a child," Ella explained to the king, "I used to not sleep very well, and he would make that for me to soothe my nerves."
"Ah, I meant to ask you in person, Ella, who was your father?" Glenn asked. He seemed to be trying to avoid his own worried at the moment, but Ella supposed she could indulge him with an answer.
"My father was Lord James Winters," Ella answered as she fiddled with a fork in front of her, "I am afraid he passed when I was young; he was serving you on a mission, my king, in the Toren kingdom. He was killed in the massacre on the day the treaty collapsed." and you let him die. You let that whole faction die when you refused to send a single platoon for their protection.
Ella felt her emotional control snapping and calmed herself before she tried to relax. Her anger at the king was misplaced, she knew that, but the fact that he never even apologized for the men who died in his name bothered her. As Ella finished speaking she stood from her seat, gently pushing it in. Things were becoming too awkward for her, and her mood had already been soured considerably by Marken's attitude towards her.
"If you will please excuse me, I will return to my room for a little bit," Ella announced, "It would seem the two of you could use some time to speak, and I believe that I have bored your son with conversation long enough." Ella kept her polite smile plastered on her face, but the edge in her voice was unmistakable. When she exited the dining room, Glenn let out a chuckle and dug into his food again.
"She's a spitfire," the king decided aloud, "I rather like her."
..._..._...
Quickly, Ella made her way to her room, sliding into Marken's apartments and going through his room to get to hers. She wouldn't admit it, but she loved her room very much, especially since the curtains opened to look out into the gardens. It allowed her to calm herself seeing the beautiful flowers and exotic plants. Maybe they would encourage her to have some good dreams for once.
Walking over to her bed after locking the door (which honestly seemed pointless since Marken probably had a key anyway) Ella pulled out the little note, only to feel her hopes sink to the floor. No, this couldn't be right.
Ella, I am sorry, but I cannot-
Ella crumpled the letter and tossed it to the ground before she made her way to the bed with wobbly feet and climbed in. She sunk into it bonelessly as she tried to process her situation now. No one was coming to save her. That was King George's handwriting, and he had informed her that there was no way to extract her from the Rhal kingdom. There was no hope for her now, she'd been abandoned. All kings were hopeless bastards.
Curling under the throw blanket she'd tossed onto the bed that morning, Ella closed her eyes and cried into her bed. The blanket still smelled like Marken, making her think of slightly more pleasant things, like him teasing her, or the gentle way he'd kissed her yesterday. Calmed somewhat, Ella allowed herself to sink into slumber, the familiar darkness greeting her as she tried to rest.
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