Marken sighed as he was awoken, looking around the room with bleary eyes. "Hmm, what?" He saw the attendant again, a look of annoyance crossing his face, while his arms looped more fully around Ella. "I suppose supper is the best time to tell my father..." He heard her second question, and didn't even get a chance to answer it before Ella did for him. A smile crossed his lips, before he yawned.

"You're dismissed, we'll be to the dining hall shortly." The attendant nodded, and left without a word. It was good to have authority, he supposed, in situations like this. "How long would you say we've been asleep Ella?" His arm pulled her back to him, a smile crossing his lips. "And who told you to pull away from me?" His next words were spoken in a much softer manner, teasing her once more.

Before she could give him an answer, he gently pushed his lips to hers, only for a brief moment. "Expect more of those, we're getting married after all." In all reality, the kiss was for his own benefit, rather than any kind of preparation, not that he would openly admit that.