Ella stayed quiet as Marken explained his father's true nature and fervently thanked her again. It made her feel sick to her stomach, like she'd been punched in the gut every time Marken said something kind. Where was the distrusting man who watched her like a hawk and didn't trust her at all? Maybe he was an idiot after all.
Leaning forward, Ella hugged her unsuspecting fiancé, burying her face into his shoulder. Damn it all, she didn't want to kill Marken. Ella understood what was on the line, but her conscience and her emotions clearly weren't going to make things easier on her. Was it because she had never killed before? No, it was more than that.
Ella kept trying to convince herself otherwise, but she was in love with Marken, wasn't she? It wasn't deep, and she was certain it was impulsive, but no one had been her equal before. Men tended to back down from her once she displayed her tough exterior, but Marken challenged her, and even won against her.
"I don't care if your papa mean or not," Ella mumbled quietly, "As far as I'm concerned, you're all I need."
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"Damn it."
It was "One Night Ivy" after all. She should have guessed so, after the woman from earlier gave her that vial. The only good news about this situation was that Ella knew exactly how to cure that poison, and it was essentially pretty easy to take care of. Realizing her attitude was too sour for the situation, Ella looked up and gave Marken a reassuring smile, reaching over to lightly squeeze his hand.
"You have nothing to worry about," Ella told Marken softly, "Your mama was poisoned with something called 'One Night Ivy.' Since she didn't pass away overnight, it is fair to say she got a very small dosage, probably nonlethal. We could probably wait for the poison to work through her system at this rate, but it would be very painful."
Standing, Ella went over to one of the journals, pleased that all of the ingredients required to cure the poison were available in this country. That would make this job so much easier. She then made another list, this one only having four items on it: ginger, mint, basil, and fresh green onions.
"Marken, do we have these herbs in the kitchen?" Ella asked after making another list, this one only four items long, "Thankfully, all of these items are commonly found in soups, so we could just make an Oriental soup called curry and have her eat a little bit. She could be showing signs of improvement as soon as six hours later."
It was "One Night Ivy" after all. She should have guessed so, after the woman from earlier gave her that vial. The only good news about this situation was that Ella knew exactly how to cure that poison, and it was essentially pretty easy to take care of. Realizing her attitude was too sour for the situation, Ella looked up and gave Marken a reassuring smile, reaching over to lightly squeeze his hand.
"You have nothing to worry about," Ella told Marken softly, "Your mama was poisoned with something called 'One Night Ivy.' Since she didn't pass away overnight, it is fair to say she got a very small dosage, probably nonlethal. We could probably wait for the poison to work through her system at this rate, but it would be very painful."
Standing, Ella went over to one of the journals, pleased that all of the ingredients required to cure the poison were available in this country. That would make this job so much easier. She then made another list, this one only having four items on it: ginger, mint, basil, and fresh green onions.
"Marken, do we have these herbs in the kitchen?" Ella asked after making another list, this one only four items long, "Thankfully, all of these items are commonly found in soups, so we could just make an Oriental soup called curry and have her eat a little bit. She could be showing signs of improvement as soon as six hours later."
Ella returned to the apartments a few moments after Marken, hearing him calling her in the far rooms. He sounded so happy, she almost just wanted to run away from the castle, damn the consequences. Maybe she could get away with running away forever, especially if it meant that she didn't have to kill him.
"Marken, I'm in here," Ella called, despite her wishes not to. She dumped her books onto the nearby table and sat on a chair, leaning back into it. Damn it all, she needed to get her head together. Marken was a means to an end from the beginning, and this situation was just throwing it back into her face. She just wished that she could have been happy like she was earlier, just for a little bit longer.
For now, Ella decided to focus only on helping Marken's mother. She wanted him to at least be happy when he died tonight. That was the only parting gift she could give him.
"Marken, I'm in here," Ella called, despite her wishes not to. She dumped her books onto the nearby table and sat on a chair, leaning back into it. Damn it all, she needed to get her head together. Marken was a means to an end from the beginning, and this situation was just throwing it back into her face. She just wished that she could have been happy like she was earlier, just for a little bit longer.
For now, Ella decided to focus only on helping Marken's mother. She wanted him to at least be happy when he died tonight. That was the only parting gift she could give him.
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," Ella told the maid quietly, "I have never done anything but prove my loyalty to King George."
The woman smiled a little in response to Ella's seething reply, walking closer and pulling a small vial from her pocket. Ella felt her stomach lurch as she recognized as "One Night Ivy," a liquid, almost undetectable poison that killed slowly and painfully. And she had a sinking feeling that was what had been slipped to Marken's mother.
"Coat your blade with this poison and drive through the meddlesome Rhal prince," the maid instructed as she forcefully grabbed Ella's hand and shoved the vial into her palm and backed Ella into a bookshelf. Books clattered onto the floor as Ella held the cold liquid in her palm and tried to comprehend fully what the maid was telling her.
"If your blade doesn't end him, the poison will," the woman explained more quietly, "As soon as you complete this task, an arranged entourage will bring you back to the king, and then you can forget this whole nightmare of being engaged to a disgusting Rhal for his convenience."
Ella stared down at the vial dumbly as the maid released her and let her rest back against the bookshelf, making her way out of the room now. This couldn't be real, she'd just made peace with Marken, and the two of them were going to be happy. But if this was true, King George hadn't really abandoned her, right? Damn it all, she just couldn't be content for a few hours before something else happened.
When Ella looked up again, the mysterious woman was gone, leaving her with her choice. But what choice was there really? She had to kill Marken tonight, and just go home. As much as she didn't want to do it, killing Marken was the only way for her to redeem herself. Trembling, she shoved the vial deep into her bodice, where it would be protected, and picked up her journals, so she could go hide in Marken's apartments again.
The woman smiled a little in response to Ella's seething reply, walking closer and pulling a small vial from her pocket. Ella felt her stomach lurch as she recognized as "One Night Ivy," a liquid, almost undetectable poison that killed slowly and painfully. And she had a sinking feeling that was what had been slipped to Marken's mother.
"Coat your blade with this poison and drive through the meddlesome Rhal prince," the maid instructed as she forcefully grabbed Ella's hand and shoved the vial into her palm and backed Ella into a bookshelf. Books clattered onto the floor as Ella held the cold liquid in her palm and tried to comprehend fully what the maid was telling her.
"If your blade doesn't end him, the poison will," the woman explained more quietly, "As soon as you complete this task, an arranged entourage will bring you back to the king, and then you can forget this whole nightmare of being engaged to a disgusting Rhal for his convenience."
Ella stared down at the vial dumbly as the maid released her and let her rest back against the bookshelf, making her way out of the room now. This couldn't be real, she'd just made peace with Marken, and the two of them were going to be happy. But if this was true, King George hadn't really abandoned her, right? Damn it all, she just couldn't be content for a few hours before something else happened.
When Ella looked up again, the mysterious woman was gone, leaving her with her choice. But what choice was there really? She had to kill Marken tonight, and just go home. As much as she didn't want to do it, killing Marken was the only way for her to redeem herself. Trembling, she shoved the vial deep into her bodice, where it would be protected, and picked up her journals, so she could go hide in Marken's apartments again.
Rose gave the young man a small nod, reaching into her bag & giving him a small bottle of water, closing his fingers around it.
"Drink plenty of water & close the blinds in your room," Rose suggested with a small smile, "It will help you with that pestering morning-after aches."
Nodding towards the young man again, Rose went back to her room, closing the door behind her & locking it. Tomorrow, she'd have to leave again, & she needed her rest if she was going to be of any use tracking that wolf down.
"Drink plenty of water & close the blinds in your room," Rose suggested with a small smile, "It will help you with that pestering morning-after aches."
Nodding towards the young man again, Rose went back to her room, closing the door behind her & locking it. Tomorrow, she'd have to leave again, & she needed her rest if she was going to be of any use tracking that wolf down.
Pouting as Andreios led her back to the trail, Ava followed her bodyguard back on track, feeling a bit like a scolded child. Though, she did feel that it was a bit worth it. It was a small moment, but her harsh man of a bodyguard had smiled, & he laughed. & he called her by her name. Maybe he wouldn't hate her forever; she didn't dare think it yet, but they could possibly become friends.
Thankfully, the rest of the trip was rather uneventful, the two arriving with good time. As usual, the little cottage Ava's mother stayed in was well kept & fenced off for the woman's comfort. Ava herself always wondered by her mother wasn't in the house, but both of her parents insisted that it was only to keep her stress down.
Ingrid Wenham sat in front of her fireplace as Ava & Andreios came in, the old woman looking tired, but happy. Ava wondered if the woman was getting enough sleep, but kept it to herself for the moment & went to take Ingrid's hands in her own.
"Ava, it's been so long," Ingrid said quietly, "Nearly three years, yes? How busy have you been to not come visit your mother?"
Ava gave Ingrid a confused look & tilted her head before laughing lightly. She had no idea what Ingrid meant by that. To her, it was still some time prior to her running away, minus the rebellious streak she'd been forming.
"Mama, I came to visit just last week," Ava said with a small laugh, "Maybe you need a little more sleep, Mama. It really hasn't been that long." Ingrid looked a bit disgruntled, but smiled at Ava all the same, keeping that smile as she requested that Ava make some tea. The young woman left the room before Ingrid turned her attention to Andreios, her expression more cold now.
"Tell me what that man did to my little girl," Ingrid commanded, "I didn't fight him when he shoved me into a home in the middle of nowhere, but I won't tolerate him sinking his claws into Ava."
Thankfully, the rest of the trip was rather uneventful, the two arriving with good time. As usual, the little cottage Ava's mother stayed in was well kept & fenced off for the woman's comfort. Ava herself always wondered by her mother wasn't in the house, but both of her parents insisted that it was only to keep her stress down.
Ingrid Wenham sat in front of her fireplace as Ava & Andreios came in, the old woman looking tired, but happy. Ava wondered if the woman was getting enough sleep, but kept it to herself for the moment & went to take Ingrid's hands in her own.
"Ava, it's been so long," Ingrid said quietly, "Nearly three years, yes? How busy have you been to not come visit your mother?"
Ava gave Ingrid a confused look & tilted her head before laughing lightly. She had no idea what Ingrid meant by that. To her, it was still some time prior to her running away, minus the rebellious streak she'd been forming.
"Mama, I came to visit just last week," Ava said with a small laugh, "Maybe you need a little more sleep, Mama. It really hasn't been that long." Ingrid looked a bit disgruntled, but smiled at Ava all the same, keeping that smile as she requested that Ava make some tea. The young woman left the room before Ingrid turned her attention to Andreios, her expression more cold now.
"Tell me what that man did to my little girl," Ingrid commanded, "I didn't fight him when he shoved me into a home in the middle of nowhere, but I won't tolerate him sinking his claws into Ava."
After Marken left to visit his mother, Ella picked up her letter from King George and read it over again. His words hurt less now, and she found herself not as sad that he was abandoning her here in Rhal. After all, she had Marken now. Her gaze flickered to the fireplace at the corner of her room, burning invitingly and then down at the note again. None of this felt real yet. It was like she was watching someone else's life unfold before her, like in her dreams.
"I am... not alone," Ella told herself aloud. Saying it made things feel more real, like she wasn't on the cusp of despair anymore. Smiling, Ella went over to her fireplace and proceeded to rip the note into tiny pieces and toss those pieces into the fire. She didn't care to keep this letter with her, especially if it could hurt her and her fiancé in the future.
With a small sigh, Ella watched the paper shrivel up and burn away before she pulled her long hair back up and walked through Marken's room, then the royal apartment, and then out into the hall, in search of a library. While Marken visited his mother, she would brush up on Rhal herbs and decide which indigenous species were synonymous with the herbs back home.
..._..._...
Once in the library, Ella was able to quickly locate several books that pointed towards herbal medication. There were household guides, journals from the orient, and even several books that border-lined on witchcraft, with medicines that supposedly made someone fall in love. Ella quickly sifted through the stupid sources and found herself journals filled with helpful information. She was so busy looking through the books that she barely registered the same maid from earlier entering the library, but only barely.
"Milady, may I help you with something?" the maid requested as she drew near. Ella looked up at her, wondering what her game was, and why she was here. If the maid was sent to kill her, she wasn't going down without a fight. Keeping her back away from the maid, Ella put down the current journal she was leafing through and watched her more seriously.
"You may be able to return home," the maid announced, almost entirely unprovoked, "But Milady will have to prove her worth to the king first, of course." Ella eyed the woman uncertainly, but kept her ground. What the hell was she going on about?
"I am... not alone," Ella told herself aloud. Saying it made things feel more real, like she wasn't on the cusp of despair anymore. Smiling, Ella went over to her fireplace and proceeded to rip the note into tiny pieces and toss those pieces into the fire. She didn't care to keep this letter with her, especially if it could hurt her and her fiancé in the future.
With a small sigh, Ella watched the paper shrivel up and burn away before she pulled her long hair back up and walked through Marken's room, then the royal apartment, and then out into the hall, in search of a library. While Marken visited his mother, she would brush up on Rhal herbs and decide which indigenous species were synonymous with the herbs back home.
..._..._...
Once in the library, Ella was able to quickly locate several books that pointed towards herbal medication. There were household guides, journals from the orient, and even several books that border-lined on witchcraft, with medicines that supposedly made someone fall in love. Ella quickly sifted through the stupid sources and found herself journals filled with helpful information. She was so busy looking through the books that she barely registered the same maid from earlier entering the library, but only barely.
"Milady, may I help you with something?" the maid requested as she drew near. Ella looked up at her, wondering what her game was, and why she was here. If the maid was sent to kill her, she wasn't going down without a fight. Keeping her back away from the maid, Ella put down the current journal she was leafing through and watched her more seriously.
"You may be able to return home," the maid announced, almost entirely unprovoked, "But Milady will have to prove her worth to the king first, of course." Ella eyed the woman uncertainly, but kept her ground. What the hell was she going on about?
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