He enjoyed his dinner, having another glass of wine, though this one was obviously stronger than the desert wine he used for casual drinking, though it affected his speech none. Clearly, Marken was one who knew how to handle his drink well. That tended to happen with experience afterall. The conversation was enjoyable enough, Marken gliding through it with ease, thinking for all the world that the girl he was speaking to was as enamored with him as he was with her. It made it surprisingly easy to talk about meaningless things when it was with the girl you were in love with.

After dinner, when they were safely back in his apartments, he was annoyed quickly by his governess. She was trying her best to keep him away from his fiance, and he didn't care for it at all. He was the damn prince, and he would be close to whomever he felt like, and he didn't know where she got off telling him otherwise. He waited until she was gone, before entering her own room, deciding he would bid his soon to be wife good night on his own terms.

Walking up to her, Marken would wrap his arms around her, pulling her form against his, his lips brushing against her ears. "Dinner was lovely with you there..." Pulling back, he would cup her chin and press his lips to hers, for a long minute, drawing out the final kiss of the day, before allowing her to fall away from him. A large grin was present on his face. "Good night Ella.'