Marken was taken completely off guard by her hug, but still wrapped his own arms around Ella, pulling her close to his form. He found himself curious at her suddenly display of affection, usually he was the one who began anything, but it was a welcome surprise. He nuzzled his forehead into the crook of her neck, finding himself simply enjoying the feeling of being entwined like this.

"If I'm all you need, then I'll be sure to keep it that way..." His own words were soft as he kept Ella pulled to his form. Gently, however, he pulled himself out of her arms when he felt enough time had passed. Then, he stood up, walking out of the room. "I'll return shortly, I have to send the order for my mothers dinner." He walked out into the hallway, looking around, before finding a servant roaming. They always did, near the royal bedrooms, in order to be nearby incase an order needed to be given. He wrote out a note and began walking to him.

"You there, come here." The servant stopped in his tracks, before practically running over to Marken, standing in front of him silently, respectfully. "Take this note to the kitchens, give it to the head chef. Tell him to speak to me if he has an issue with the contents." The servant opened his mouth to speak, before deciding better of it. When the prince gave you an order, you damn well followed it. Instead, he took off at a full run down the halls, off towards the kitchens. Good.

With that, Marken walked back into his own apartment, hunting down Ella once more, and taking another drink of his glass. "I honestly don't know what I would be doing without you here Ella. I'd have a girl whom I wouldn't want a thing to do with in my bedchamber, and my mother would be suffering for days to come."