Lala Kitty

Glass Shoes [GranoxFirewind/LalaKitty]

"I can't wait to meet her," Ella said softly with a smile on her face, even as her stomach did flips. Damn it, she was making promises at a time like this. She felt so heartless.

Thankfully, dinner didn't seem to drag on too long with just Marken and Ella at the table. He was able to show her which utensils were used for what foods, and they were actually able to have pleasant conversation. Ella felt an uncomfortable gnawing as bed time grew closer, but she ignored it, deciding she wanted to enjoy her time with Marken. If she was going to kill him, she would also enjoy their last hours together.

After the two ate, Ella went back to the apartments with Marken, and annoyingly enough, his governess was already there, quickly shooing Ella into her own room for bed. Ella wanted to shout at the old woman, but she supposed it was for the best.

"Good night," Ella told her fiancé a bit forlornly. He probably thought she didn't want to go to bed yet, but really, she was nervous about what she had to do a little later on. She never wanted to disobey her king more than she did at that moment. Why did Marken have to die, and in such a dishonorable way?

Glass Shoes [GranoxFirewind/LalaKitty]

"I suppose I can understand her worries, though," Ella sighed as Marken kissed her cheek, "It's not often that the prince of a country doesn't marry a princess. She probably had great hopes that you would marry a woman with more pedigree than me. I'm not a stranger to people with that mindset. You aren't the first prince to ask for my attention; but you are the first to have marriage in mind."

Knowing that Marken was the first man to honestly like her made Ella feel a little bit of pride. While Marken did have his ball because of an agreement with his father, his willingness to marry a woman in a lower class than him still spoke volumes.

'But I still have to kill him,' Ella thought bitterly to herself, 'Congratulations on finding a good man and killing him.'

Holding back the urge to scowl, Ella hooked her arm in Marken's and followed him out to the dining hall. She wondered to herself if his father would be present as they walked, knowing that the curry should be finished soon, and then his mother would get her cure.

Glass Shoes [GranoxFirewind/LalaKitty]

Ella sighed lightly as Marken spoke to her and pulled her hair free of the remaining pins in there, wondering a bit why he was so obsessed with her hair being loose. She personally didn't think there was much difference with her hair up or down, but maybe he felt different. With a small shrug to herself, she laid herself on his chest and closed her eyes, just enjoying the feel of them so close together. Would Marken be able to protect her from George if she disobeyed him?

Damn it, she was thinking about it again. All she wanted was to enjoy a bit of relaxation with Marken before tonight. Rubbing her nose into Marken's chest, Ella squeezed her eyes shut and sighed lightly, willing herself to stop thinking.

"Really, Milord, you are being far too impulsive," a familiar, grating voice called from the doorway, "I know that Lady Ellanor isn't from noble birth, but I would think her parents still raised her to be a proper lady." Ella looked up to scowl at the nosy maidservant from earlier, wondering what the hell this woman's deal was. Did she come to interrupt them on purpose? And where did she get off talking about how her parents raised her?

"Dinner is ready," the woman said, abruptly changing subjects as Ella stood. Quicker than Ella could escape, the woman held her completely still and put her hair into a tight bun and straightened out her dress. Ella felt like she was being primped for a Sunday mass, but she was just going to eat supper. Then, with a slight nod, the maid left Ella and Marken to find the dining room themselves, Ella pouting with her arm's crossed. So much for the good mood.

"Just who is she, anyway?" Ella huffed, pulling her hair a little loose, "She's pretty bossy for a servant."

Gift in the Ashes [Tiger/LalaKitty]

Sylvia sipped her tea as Aranhil assaulted her with a barrage of questions, most of which she knew he didn't expect her to answer. She'd learned to filter out the important things Aranhil said in his moments of excitement, knowing that he was probably just piecing things together himself. It was why he was usually so quiet & methodical with his words in public. When he asked her what Elves believed happened when they died, she was a little taken aback, but supposed the topic of religion was bound to come up eventually.

"Elven belief isn't generally restricted by a single belief," Sylvia explained, putting down her tea for a moment, "Some believe there is an afterlife, some don't, & some even believe that there are no Gods. However, there is always the central belief that one should give back to nature when they die. A passed elf is buried at the roots of a sapling when they pass, so when the tree grows, their body can be the food that nourishes the tree."

Sylvia sipped her tea again, tilting her head a little to absorb more sunlight. She felt much better than in the past few days, cooped up in her & Aranhil's countryside home. Her tutor insisted that ladies were meant to be pale & slight, though she was certain Aranhil didn't mind the slight tan of her skin or that she wasn't toned to perfection.

"Those same trees are cut down from oldest to youngest, & used to make religious relics & homes," Sylvia continued after her brain finished its little detour, "For example, my grandmother's tree is what was used to make my dowry chest. The reason I was so upset when I arrived at your father's castle was that Dragon servants that accompanied me on the trip rather callously tossed my chest around when transporting it. I'm afraid they believed that I was just being difficult, however, & word got to you that I was frivolous before we even met. But honestly, it felt like they were tossing my own grandmother around."

Glass Shoes [GranoxFirewind/LalaKitty]

As Marken left the main room to go back to the private drawing room, Ella drained her glass and then followed after him. When he laid back on the sofa they shared the night before, she smiled despite herself. If it was only for a little while, she wanted to indulge herself and be close to her fiancé.

Climbing onto the sofa as Marken offered her a seat, Ella curled against him and closed her eyes as his fingers ran through her hair. His gentle mood was contagious, even with Ella's inner turmoil. For the moment, she was able to forget her worries over her test of loyalty from George and just enjoy being close to Marken. Honestly, with her finally relaxed, it occurred to her that she could just... not kill Marken.

"You would share a bed with me, even though it isn't proper for Royal couples to sleep in the same room?," Ella asked, pushing her mutinous thoughts away long enough to tease Marken, "I just hope your father won't be pushing for grandchildren within the year; I'd like to enjoy the bed-sharing first, if that's the case."

Glass Shoes [GranoxFirewind/LalaKitty]

When Marken left the apartments, Ella went over to his wine cabinet and poured herself a glass from the bottle he opened, downing the glass quickly. It was just as dreadfully weak as the last wines Marken had given her, so it did little but burn a little as she swallowed.

Great. All Ella wanted right now was drink her problems away, and all Marken had was desert wine. Topping her drink off with a small sigh, Ella went to a nearby sofa and pulled her hair down, letting it rest at her shoulders.

When Marken came back inside, she gave him a smile, curling her feet under her dress as he complimented her. Hearing his words of genuine excitement twisted the knife in her heart, but she stayed silent and drank her wine.

Damn it, how was Ella going to kill Marken at this rate? Every time she thought that she could convince herself to kill him, he went and praised her, or reminded her that she wasn't as wonderful as he thought she was.

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