Marken led her to the dining hall, looking around for his parents. Strangely, enough, he didn't see either of them, though he simply assumed that they were still in their room. He doubted they would miss breakfast, Glenn would atleast show up to tell his son of her recovery, if nothing else. He pulled out Ella's chair for her, remembering atleast common courtesy for a noble lady. Marken was a strange man, ignoring some customs, and following others. In all honesty, the man did what he felt like doing. He didn't have ulterior motives for snuggling against Ella at night when they slept, it was just something he enjoyed.

Taking his own seat, Marken made himself a plate of eggs, fried potatoes, and gravy. A biscuit was added, as he mashed up the sliced potatoes with a fork, taking care not to get any off his plate. He was still royalty, and while he ignored a great deal of customs behind closed doors, the man still exuded the aura of royalty in public. His very presence carried authority it usually didn't have in the rooms they now shared. Impaling a large piece of egg, Marken began to dig into his breakfast, finding himself quite hungry and ready for the talk that he would have with his mother, and with the jeweler he intended to speak to.

A loud clanking of metal on stone from the hall drew his attention. Turning around, Marken noticed two of the Paladins trudging down the hall, Glenn and Regina behind them. He raised an eyebrow at the added security, but honestly thought it was probably a good idea. One assassination attempt, that now failed, would likely be followed up, so the guards would help stop that. Marken wanted to meet the assassin who could fight one of the paladins, much less two.

His mother appeared to be in much greater health than she was the day before, a bright look on her face, though a bit pained. The poison wasn't completely worked out of her system, but it was very obvious that she was much better than before. "Who's this, sitting next to my son?" Her voice was quiet and very soft, though filled with an exceptional kindness. Unless she was a very great actor, she was as Marken made her out to be, at first glance. He waited patiently for her to take a seat, watching as she moved carefully, likely sore and stiff from the long period she spent in bed.

"This is Ella, mother. You've missed quite a bit, since you fell ill. I'm glad you're better, I visited you yesterday... The ball that father hosted was a success, and I found this little gem in it. We're to be married as soon as I can get the details worked out with father." The way he spoke about her illness made it obvious that he didn't intend to flat out say that she'd been poisoned, though they all knew it.

She let out a small laugh, and nodded in her direction. "I'm Regina Caitiff, Markens mother and queen of Rhal. I'm very pleased to meet you dear." She had a curious expression on her face, waiting for Ella to speak now.