Ella laughed softly as Marken teased her back, finally allowing herself to pull free of him & relax on her side of the prison door. She hated being separated, but for now, she could have to get over it and hope the assassin was found quickly. While her prison cell wasn't horrible, the lack of sunlight was going to drive her mad in no time.
"Are you sure that you want to stay down here?" Ella asked softly, pulling a small blanket around herself, "I can understand if you need to go out on your own. I should be fine while you are away."
There was no telling where that woman was, Ella thought bitterly to herself. She personally didn't want to ever meet the assassin again, but she had a feeling she'd be targeted soon, especially now that the entire castle was hunting her down. Ella couldn't imagine she'd be very happy.
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haha, good luck with that, Aranhil.
Sylvia is definitely good at one thing; getting into trouble.
xD
Sylvia is definitely good at one thing; getting into trouble.
xD
Staying completely still, Ella watched Marken as he came closer to her, even going as far as to crouch to the floor to be at eye level with her. Her fiance really did go out of his way to comfort her. What in her miserable life had she done to deserve Marken as a husband?
Smiling warmly, Ella leaned in as Marken slid his fingers into her cell to touch her cheek. She could feel the warmth coming from his skin when she suddenly noticed the guard behind him, nervously clearing his throat. Ella flinched away from Marken in embarrassed, her whole face red again.
"E-excuse me," the guard apologized, "Visitors are not permitted to touch the prisoner while they are locked away. F-for safety reasons."
Ella looked at the man as if he'd grown two heads. What could she even hope to do to Marken while inside here? She wasn't even allowed to have a comb with bone teeth.
"Are you serious?!"
Jumping a little at Ella's outburst, the man had an apologetic frown on his face. It was clear that he didn't really think Ella would hurt Marken, but all the same, he had his orders. And there was a recent assassination attempt on the queen, by someone who appeared to be harmless, no less.
"Excuse me," the guard said almost abruptly, "I must... umm, I'll go walk the perimeter once to ensure the princess is safe tonight." Without another word, the guard almost scurried off, giving Marken and Ella a moment alone.
Princess? People were calling her a princess already? Perhaps that explained the guard's attitude towards her, or why everyone had been staring and whispering in the corridors of the castle. All the same, she was going to take advantage of this moment alone with Marken.
Reaching out of her cell, Ella gently slid her fingers over Marken's face and leaned her head out to press her lips on his. Her kiss was much clumsier and hesitant than Marken's, but he always seemed to appreciate when she took initiative. Finally pulling back a little, Ella rested her forehead on Marken's & allowed herself to relax.
"Come save me soon, my Prince Charming," Ella teased softly, using the name she'd given him on the night of his ball, "I'll wait patiently for you to come get me."
Smiling warmly, Ella leaned in as Marken slid his fingers into her cell to touch her cheek. She could feel the warmth coming from his skin when she suddenly noticed the guard behind him, nervously clearing his throat. Ella flinched away from Marken in embarrassed, her whole face red again.
"E-excuse me," the guard apologized, "Visitors are not permitted to touch the prisoner while they are locked away. F-for safety reasons."
Ella looked at the man as if he'd grown two heads. What could she even hope to do to Marken while inside here? She wasn't even allowed to have a comb with bone teeth.
"Are you serious?!"
Jumping a little at Ella's outburst, the man had an apologetic frown on his face. It was clear that he didn't really think Ella would hurt Marken, but all the same, he had his orders. And there was a recent assassination attempt on the queen, by someone who appeared to be harmless, no less.
"Excuse me," the guard said almost abruptly, "I must... umm, I'll go walk the perimeter once to ensure the princess is safe tonight." Without another word, the guard almost scurried off, giving Marken and Ella a moment alone.
Princess? People were calling her a princess already? Perhaps that explained the guard's attitude towards her, or why everyone had been staring and whispering in the corridors of the castle. All the same, she was going to take advantage of this moment alone with Marken.
Reaching out of her cell, Ella gently slid her fingers over Marken's face and leaned her head out to press her lips on his. Her kiss was much clumsier and hesitant than Marken's, but he always seemed to appreciate when she took initiative. Finally pulling back a little, Ella rested her forehead on Marken's & allowed herself to relax.
"Come save me soon, my Prince Charming," Ella teased softly, using the name she'd given him on the night of his ball, "I'll wait patiently for you to come get me."
*SEASON ONE SPOILERS*
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naaah, stupid is more River's job.
Aranhil can get arrogant, but he leaves settling with fists up to his reckless brother.
at least, that's my impression of him.
i think the gears will get turning, especially since he can read Sylvia so well.
& because she's that transparent.
haha.~
Aranhil can get arrogant, but he leaves settling with fists up to his reckless brother.
at least, that's my impression of him.
i think the gears will get turning, especially since he can read Sylvia so well.
& because she's that transparent.
haha.~
Quickly, Sylvia gave her husband a small smile as he kissed her & tried to assure her that she was the only one for him, a small defense mechanism she'd learned over the years. The only problem was, she didn't believe Aranhil's assurances. All this time, she'd believe that Aranhil had at least picked his bride between her & her sisters. But he hadn't even done that; their parents had orchestrated everything!
& he was going to do the same thing to Cendres. Couldn't he see how poisonous caging a young woman like his sister would only end badly? She had to make him see the light soon; from the way things were going, Cendres would be introduced to her betrothed by the end of the year. Once that was decided, there was no backing out of it; she knew that from experience.
& then, there was the matter of her & Aranhil as well. What if he regretted his father's choice later & decided that she wasn't an acceptable wife? It was a very long shot, but Aranhil could still annul their marriage if they hadn't consummated it. He could possibly marry one of her elder sisters without much quarrel from either of their kingdoms. & both of her sisters were far more competent & well-groomed than her. She wouldn't blame her husband for wanting a better match. All she could do for the moment was so Aranhil that she was willing to work hard, she supposed.
"Aranhil, Hallaer," Sylvia mumbled after a bit more thinking, "I think that I should continue my sparring lessons soon. Or rather, I insist on it. A couple weeks back, when Emera's father tried to take my life... I was useless to you, almost completely. I don't want to be such a weakness for your enemies to target; & you can't possibly hope to keep me at your side for all of time."
& he was going to do the same thing to Cendres. Couldn't he see how poisonous caging a young woman like his sister would only end badly? She had to make him see the light soon; from the way things were going, Cendres would be introduced to her betrothed by the end of the year. Once that was decided, there was no backing out of it; she knew that from experience.
& then, there was the matter of her & Aranhil as well. What if he regretted his father's choice later & decided that she wasn't an acceptable wife? It was a very long shot, but Aranhil could still annul their marriage if they hadn't consummated it. He could possibly marry one of her elder sisters without much quarrel from either of their kingdoms. & both of her sisters were far more competent & well-groomed than her. She wouldn't blame her husband for wanting a better match. All she could do for the moment was so Aranhil that she was willing to work hard, she supposed.
"Aranhil, Hallaer," Sylvia mumbled after a bit more thinking, "I think that I should continue my sparring lessons soon. Or rather, I insist on it. A couple weeks back, when Emera's father tried to take my life... I was useless to you, almost completely. I don't want to be such a weakness for your enemies to target; & you can't possibly hope to keep me at your side for all of time."
bah, he's smart.
it won't take him long to figure out why Sylvia is so bothered.
& why she's suddenly trying so hard to impress him.
[throws in more intense foreshadowing]
O3o
it won't take him long to figure out why Sylvia is so bothered.
& why she's suddenly trying so hard to impress him.
[throws in more intense foreshadowing]
O3o
oh Aranhil.
how can such a good man be so wrong?
D:
how can such a good man be so wrong?
D:
Despite her worries, Ella could feel herself relaxing as Marken changed the subject to their wedding. it was certainly something she preferred to talk about, rather than dwell on what her days in this prison would be like. Marken was optimistic and so sure that no harm would befall her, but Ella knew that she wouldn't be safe of his father's wrath for some time, even when she was freed of this place.
Resting her cheek against the bars of her prison, Ella thought about Marken's question, giving it a bit of thought. All she knew so far was that she really wasn't keen on the idea of a huge wedding. The less people there, the less she would have to worry about a security break.
"If you don't mind, I would like a more... intimate ceremony," Ella mumbled softly, closing her eyes for a bit, "Legally, we only need each other, a legal overseerer, and a minimum of two witnesses. I don't mind more people being present, but all the same, people who don't even know us will only arrive to gain favor. I have... no interest in those people."
Resting her cheek against the bars of her prison, Ella thought about Marken's question, giving it a bit of thought. All she knew so far was that she really wasn't keen on the idea of a huge wedding. The less people there, the less she would have to worry about a security break.
"If you don't mind, I would like a more... intimate ceremony," Ella mumbled softly, closing her eyes for a bit, "Legally, we only need each other, a legal overseerer, and a minimum of two witnesses. I don't mind more people being present, but all the same, people who don't even know us will only arrive to gain favor. I have... no interest in those people."
Relieved a little at Marken's words, Ella watched him pull up a stool to the dungeon, though she was a bit sad that he'd pulled his hands from hers. When he held her, she felt most reassured. Maybe she was getting spoiled around Marken.
"Well, at least I won't have to go through all that," Ella mumbled, sliding down the bars to relax on the floor, "My master prepared me for mental torture devices, but physical torture... I don't think I have to explain to you why he didn't give me examples of losing fingernails or throw me into an iron maiden."
Sighing softly, Ella closed her eyes before looking over at the guard who didn't seem to be paying very much attention. All the same, she couldn't voice her top concern at the moment. What if the assassin told the king everything about her to get him to spare her life? Considering what Glenn had been put through in the past few days, there was no way that she could expect any mercy from him.
"Well, at least I won't have to go through all that," Ella mumbled, sliding down the bars to relax on the floor, "My master prepared me for mental torture devices, but physical torture... I don't think I have to explain to you why he didn't give me examples of losing fingernails or throw me into an iron maiden."
Sighing softly, Ella closed her eyes before looking over at the guard who didn't seem to be paying very much attention. All the same, she couldn't voice her top concern at the moment. What if the assassin told the king everything about her to get him to spare her life? Considering what Glenn had been put through in the past few days, there was no way that she could expect any mercy from him.
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