When he noticed Victoria as they walked down the halls, Marken made a point of it to pull Ella closer to him, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, instead of holding it so formally. It was very obvious, as days continued to pass, that the prince was not someone who truly believed in social laws and etiquette that would force him to be less intimate with his fiance. If he wanted to hold her close to him, than no one would tell him otherwise, and it certainly wouldn't be his Governess who couldn't believe the fact that he dared marry below his class.

He sat at the table with Ella, glad as well that Glenn hadn't shown up yet. He wanted to finish his breakfast atleast, before they discussed such unpleasant topics. Instead of the normal trays with food ready to be deposited onto a plate, there were instead large omelets on different trays, of different types. Marken selected one that obviously held ham and cheese within, each one sliced open in the center for the diner to be able to determine what their meal would contain.

It was rare that they served things like this, since it outlined a single portion size, something that would vary from day to day. However, it was a nice change of pace, and he enjoyed the egg and ham omelet, that also had tiny chunks of potato cooked in as well, hidden in the thick yellow cheese.

He ate and drank from a glass of apple juice, nervously waiting for his father to arrive. "Just... Let me talk to him, unless he asks you anything. I don't think he'd want my attempted killer to try and explain the situation." He reached over and grabbed her hand, clutching it dearly for a moment, before returning to his meal.