[b]Ella stayed completely still as Marken entered the room, awake the moment she could hear movement in the background. With the angry way he was slamming doors and stalking around, she half expected him to drag her out of the bed by her hair due to his temper, but he sat in a chair instead, just waiting quietly. She didn't like the silence, didn't like that he didn't just come out with whatever it was. When her teacher grew angry like that, she was in for a good whipping.

Steeling herself for whatever reason Marken was annoyed with her, Ella finally opened her eyes and sat up, unable to hide the tired expression on her face and the slight puffiness from her crying. When Ella saw the note in Marken's hand her eyes narrowed and she climbed from the bed, just in case she needed to move around quickly. She was used to men being violent when they were disappointed, and she'd be damned before she laid down and took a beating from any man.

"What has you in such a little hissy fit?" Ella huffed as she pulled her hair into a more neat bun, "You can't have expected me to [i]not[/i] try to escape. But you have what you want, in the end. My king has abandoned me and made it quite clear that I am useless to him now."

Ella didn't like the way her voice was shaking, but she pretended there was no issue, even though all she wanted to do was cry. Her pride wouldn't allow her to admit that she felt wounded, that being abandoned was her worst fear for the longest time. [/b]