As they walked, Marken could feel her dragging behind. She clearly didn't want to do this, and he was curious why. He looked at her and tried to give her a reassuring smile. "It'll be fine, it's only dinner." He remembered how she had relaxed at his words before, hoping that it would happen again. She didn't seem to, this time though. No, this time she seemed to be more nervous than before, and he didn't like that.

"Is something wrong?" He spoke at the same she did, though he heard what she said well enough. Before she could continue speaking, though, his father interrupted them. Damnit, he would have to wait until after dinner. "Hello father. I've brought my soon to be wife to dinner with us, so you can meet her. Her name is Ellanor Winters." He would release her from his grasp, and step to the side, so that his father could approach her and appraise her himself.

"So you're the one who's won my sons heart?" He smiled widely, looking to Ella before clapping a hand on her shoulder. "Glad to have you for dinner." Marken led the way to the table, taking his seat opposite his father, a place already set for Ella. It was clear she was expected here, likely the work of the attendant. Atleast things were already prepared, so they wouldn't start off awkwardly.