Marken had finally pulled Ella's hair free, now running his fingers completely through the free locks of hair happily, glad that it was free of the constraints of her rather unattractive bun. She was attractive either way, but he found her much more beautiful in the brief moment that he was allowed to see her with her hair down, before his damnable governess arrived. He pulled her more tightly to his form, feeling protective of Ella in the woman's presence.

"Call me impulsive if you will, I will treat my soon to be wife how I wish. I would expect you to extend her the same respect I do." He stretched out his arms as Ella pulled herself away from him, scowling at the governess, a very irritated tone to this voice. One of the few things he enjoyed doing, and she decided to take it from him. His scowl only deepened as she undid all of his hard work, restoring the bun, even more tightly than before, and taking away what he thought to be one of Ellas greatest traits. He let out a low sigh as he stood himself, walking over to Ella.

"She is, er, was, my governess when I was a child. Given the fact that I've been of age for three years now, and that I'm being married, I would have assume she would have left me alone. I don't think she likes you, given your lower birth than me own. Remind her, next time she dares question your birth, that she hails from something far less than even you. It should shut her up." Markens tone was excessively cold, clearly having taken offense to her insulting Ella through thinly veiled words. He pushed his chin up, just enough to look her in the eye, and gave her a smile, before pressing his lips softly to her cheek. "I do find myself hungry, however. Shall we depart?" He took Ellas hand in his own, waiting for a response.