"Congratulations. He's abandoned you. Sounds about right for the man." He stood up, his voice was cold as ice, trembling slightly with anger. He didn't notice, nor cared, about the way she looked, the way her voice shook. "WHAT ELSE HAVE YOU DONE WHILE YOU WERE HERE?" The question was sudden, yelled at the girl with force. Marken was clearly angry, though the note in his hand wasn't the reason. He tossed it behind him, impacting harshly against the wall.

"I don't care that you tried to leave. I couldn't care less. Right now, my mother is in her room, DYING, because of your kingdom. I don't remember you being an assassin. Or perhaps you neglected to tell me that?" His tone was filled with hurt, anger, and pain. He was tired of this damn war, tired of this damn kingdom. Everything that it had been involved in turned to tragedy, in one way or another. He never moved from his seat, but it was plain in his eyes what he felt.

He pushed his head into his hands, staring down at the ground. Everything was piling on at once. He'd finally come to terms that this girl was a spy, despite everything he'd tried to believe to the contrary, and it only hurt more. With everything her country was causing him, he was surprised that he simply didn't have her executed or something similar. But no, Marken had no more words for her, instead just staring at the ground blankly.