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Marken watched the maid place Ellas napkin into her lap, and narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't catch the item that was passed between the two, But what he did notice was very specific. He didn't recognize the maid, though that wasn't unusual, usually. However, Ella had been here for a day, the serving staff wouldn't know who she was, nor would they know to act in such a manner to her. However, the second action that she took, or rather didn't, is what set Marken off. She didn't try to put his own napkin in his nap, despite the fact it was obvious who he was. She was not normal serving staff, not in the least.

He made no note of it as he prepared himself a plate, cutting himself a large slice of ham before piling a large heap of potatoes next to it on his plate. Marken always preferred to serve himself, because only he knew how hungry he was. It just felt more satisfying to make himself a meal, because it was himself that did it, not someone who was paid specifically to do it. A slice of bread was the last thing he grabbed, though before he could bite into his food, Ella was asking him another question. "Er... Neither. I prefer to read. I know a great deal on things like geography, though most of my reading is fiction."

With that said, he cut off a slice of ham and brought it up to his mouth with a satisfied 'Mmmm'. A forkful of potato followed quickly after, the two tastes intermingling in his mouth. Another bite quickly followed, before he looked to Ella. "What about you? Surely you do something in your free time." He leaned back, pulling a piece off his slice of bread and popping it into his mouth.
"I see... However, you said this before my father treated you kindly. I'm thinking there's more to this, but I'll drop it, you clearly don't want to talk about it in detail." He was disappointed with her answer, his own thoughts about her going the other way. Perhaps he'd misjudged her reactions for something more. Regardless, it was time for them to eat lunch and no matter what, they still had an appearance to keep up. He would hold out his hand for her, though it seemed more distant. He seemed more resigned now, rather than try to tease Ella further, Marken simply kept to himself.

The entire situation made his head hurt. Her words conflicted with her actions, something Marken was more likely to believe, but he wasn't going to force the girl to talk to him. He honestly couldn't, short of something on the lines of torture. And, cold as he asked, Marken simply didn't have it in him to someone, much less for something of that caliber. "Perhaps you've already betrayed your king with your actions yesterday and today. I doubt marrying me is on the list of orders..." He wasn't pushy with his words, they just seemed to be meaningless facts, like his words before that. Emotionless, toneless.

As he awaited her response, Marken would start to lead Ella away from the room, into the mansion once more to the dining hall. The kitchens were nearby, in the event that a meal was not waiting for them, that they had woken up too early for lunch, which was entirely possible. Marken wasn't sure what the time was, he hadn't been woken up by the sunlight, it had been the shifting form of Ella that had stirred him from his slumber. Arriving in the dining hall, Marken was surprised to find that a meal had been waiting, it was just being delivered to the table. A simple lunch, of roasted ham, potatoes, and a gravy made from the grease from the meat, and hot bread, was prepared at a much smaller table. The dining table was far too large to use for such every day lunches, rather it was used in special cases, such as when a noble family was visiting, or a feast was held that required the entire table for food. Regardless, the small table beckoned to Marken with the scent of its delicious food.

"Shall we eat then?" No one else seemed to be at the table, perhaps it was too early for his father or mother to be ready for lunch. As much as that would suit him, Marken still needed to talk to his father about the details of this marriage, get it underway and in the planning. Things needed to be ordered, decorations created, it wouldn't be an overnight process, not even for a king and his son.
His thoughts were a curious thing. He knew what the relationship between the two of them was. Knew that nothing could come of it. So then... Why did he feel this way about her? Enjoying her embrace, her lips, teasing her whenever he could. He already knew that she shared similar feelings for him, her every action adding to that understanding. But Marken didn't enjoy this... Back and forth relationship they seemed to have, where she wanted to be with him one moment, and insulted him the next.

Ellas words drew him from his reverie of thoughts, looking up only to nod at her. "I suppose they will. Maybe they'll think we're simply enjoying each other as new lovers should?" His words didn't carry a teasing tone to them, instead rather seeming resigned to something it'd rather not be.

He changed from his outfit into something more casual, considering they had nothing important planned for the day. When Ella emerged, Marken looked at her curiously. "Yesterday, you said that we didn't need to pretend. What did you mean by that?" He sounded completely curious, nothing else to his tone.
Her face was just within reach of his own, if he decided to claim her lips again. Perhaps he would, afterall the couple certainly needed 'practice.' "Who's to say I don't enjoy this more than I should? I don't see you arguing much..." With that, he pushed his lips to hers once more, deciding this would be yet another test to see just how attracted to him he was. This time, she was free to pull back if she decided to. Either way, he won.

The feeling of her body against him was hard to describe, and Marken would fall back to the couch once more, with her in his arms, whether or not she pulled away from him. Once they separated again, Markens smile would be wide, looking straight at her face again. "I must say, I enjoy doing that... Alot." He didn't move to kiss her again, deciding that if he did it too much, she would grow frustrated and pull away, though he offered her no leave, being mere inches away from her face.

"I think we may have to rethink sleeping arrangements as well, considering how well I slept with you in my arms..." He chuckled softly, before finally allowing his arms to fall away from her, allowing Ella to move away from him, if she so wished. "Regardless, we'll need to eat again soon, I imagine it's almost time for lunch... And if it isn't, I'm certain that I can have something prepared. Being a prince has its perks."
Marken was honestly surprised that she actually went along with what he said, though instead of letting it show on his face, he kept it neutral instead, allowing her to inch to him. The kiss on the cheek only made him smile and, turning to Ella, he pulled her closer to him. "Not quite..." Before she could react, he wrapped a hand around the back of her head and pulled her face to his, pushing his lips to her own, before any protest could be issued.

He knew she was embarrassed with the way he treated her, but to him, that only meant that she was trying to resist falling for him. Marken decided to simply enjoy the kiss for what it was, loving the softness of her lips on his own. He pulled her body to be straight against his, deciding to get the full experience out of this kiss. The only thing that he didn't get to experience was their tongues, though Marken doubted she was willing enough for that.

When he eventually let Ella pull her head away, still clutching her body against his, she would be met with a small smile. "That... Made me happy." The man simply held her there, staring into her eyes.
Marken could only chuckle at Ellas words. "Perhaps I am an idiot then, for allowing you that close. Or maybe you're the idiot for letting me get that close to you. Or perhaps we're both idiots." He smiled, highly doubting her words. She had her chance to kill him four days ago, and she instead let him live, and drug herself into this situation. Would she act on those words now? Highly unlikely, and if she tried to, she wouldn't live out the day. That much was certain. With her recent actions though, curling up onto his form to sleep, he knew that she was far too attached to him to simply cut his throat now.

Her blushing face confirmed his thoughts, and he simply stood up and smiled widely. "I think I should thank you, I haven't slept that well in weeks. I liked having you curled up with me." He was confident in his words now, not being nearly as embarrassed about saying such things as Ella had been. He decided that if she was to continue winning him over, it wouldn't do much to try and fight it, it would only ruin the illusion of marriage that they were trying to set up.

"Now, I think in the morning after waking up, couples would usually kiss... Hmm?" His grin lessened into a light smile, as he waited for Ellas reaction. He was teasing her, though his tone didn't convey it. If she did take him off on the offer, than he wouldn't stop her, Marken certainly enjoyed the feeling of his own lips on hers.
Marken sighed awake, feeling her breath so close against his face. He felt movement on his farm, realizing Ella was pulling herself off him as he opened his eyes. "Why am I an idiot...?" His voice was groggy, as he looked around the room. He had clearly heard Ellas word however, and attributed it as an insult to himself, in his groggy state of mind. He pulled himself to a sitting position, stretching out with a wide yawn. He'd slept better than he had in awhile, ever since this talk of him marrying some girl, Marken hadn't been sleeping well.

Wasn't that supposed to be for girls, anyway? Being married off to some suitor or another, rather than the other way around? It certainly brought a smile to his lips, now that he thought about it. "So how did you sleep last night?" Markens stomach growled, considering how late they'd slept in, he was likely hungry for more than a light breakfast. He stood up, looking down at his outfit and sighing. He'd certainly need to change... Which brought up an interesting question.

"You can't simply walk around in the same outfit, multiple days in a row... You'll need more clothes to change into here." He leaned back into his seat, sighing quietly. One problem after another continued to rise up, and it only made his head hurt. He was tired of all of these issues that continued to show up, first Ellas pure anxiety for the entire thing, then the issue of clothing. Granted, the second one was much more minor, however it was still an issue nonetheless. He also hadn't put it past her to have contacted her own kingdom at some point, given her status as a spy. It didn't sit well with him to have her so close to him with that possibility, but he couldn't help himself. It was simply another issue he would deal with if he needed to.
Alexander listened to her, and sighed. She was practically hysterical, but what was worse, she was useless right now. His words went in one ear and out the other, and it would kill them both if she didn't get ahold of herself. Or someone did it for her. For now, though, he would have to do something. First things first, he took the dagger out of the maids chest, cleaning it on her outfit, and desperately hoped Calliope didn't see. When it came down to it, his knives were expensive and high quality, and he figured he would need them all to escape this manor alive.

After that, he would heft Calliope over one shoulder, demonstrating his strength easily. They didn't have time for her to pack clothing or anything of the such, they didn't have time to grab anything of value. So while she gripped onto him, over his left shoulder, Alexander walked out of the room, dagger in hand in his right. "Come on... Everything's going to be fine, we've just gotta get to the stable..." Luckily enough, Calliopes room was near the front gate. All he had to do was take her through the garden. That was one advantage they had, the army had attacked the manor from behind, so the bulk of their forces would be behind them as they moved, not infront. Otherwise, escape would be pointless.

They were lucky, more or less, able to avoid the fighting as they went. The guards had rallied inside, what hadn't been infiltrated soldiers anyway, and were holding chokepoints where their few could be that much more effective. The only issue was Calliopes sobbing, something that attracted the attention of another traitor guard, his sword already stained with blood. There had likely been a massacre as the traitors unveiled themselves, none of the loyal men expecting it. "I don't have time for this shit." Alexander grit his teeth together, throwing a dagger with his left hand and managing to hit the man, wounding him, though his scream of pain only alerted more soldiers. At this point, Alexander broke into a full sprint towards the stable, both of his hands around Calliope to keep her stable. He was faster than the men in plate, only his shoulder carrying the extra weight, instead of his entire form.

The front gate was wide open, something that Alexander didn't question, instead glad that it was open, though it likely wouldn't aid the rest of the manor in any form. No enemies were in sight, likely busy pillaging the manor, among other things... Alexander sighed. He knew war well enough to know that not everyone would be killed... Soldiers did have needs, and that manor did have maids and the such... He could only hope that Calliopes family managed to escape, somehow. That wasn't something he could think about right now though, instead forcing his way into the stable, setting down Calliope. "Come on, we need to find a horse with a saddle. We don't have time to set one up ourselves..." He looked around the room, expecting Calliope to atleast try to help. He knew she was going through a great deal, mentally, right now, but she needed to pull it together or they would not make it out of this alive.
A scream, of what sounded like pain, caused Marken to bolt up awake, right as she seemed to do the same. "What's wrong?" In his sleep hazed mind, he was able to figure out that she was likely have a nightmare of some sort, though he knew that nightmares usually didn't do anything like that, unless they visited often. She didn't seem to answer him, but perhaps that was because she was too tired herself, instead pulling away from him. Infact, she didn't seem to notice that he'd woken up at all. Well, she would notice soon enough he decided.

He watched her grab the blanket and realized that she didn't intend to move from her spot, which pleased him to no small extent. However, before she could move herself back onto him, Marken decided he would make himself more comfortable too. "Give me a second..." He'd loop his legs around, putting one of them on each side of her, so that he was laying fully on the sofa too, before nodding to her that she could lay back down again.

Now, she was fully laying ontop of his form, and they were both covered up by the blanket, giving Marken even more warmth, though most of it came from Ella pressing into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her again, tucking his chin just above her head before allowing himself to fall to sleep, unmeasurably comfortable with the girl in his arms. It was official, she was making him fall for her, whether she was intending to. That would make his job harder...
Marken simply held her in his arms, allowing her to find comfort in his form. He hugged her tightly to his form, finding it rather amusing, despite the circumstances, that they would likely end up asleep in their dress cloths. Oh well, there was a time and place for everything. She didn't answer him, but she didn't really need to either. Marken could very well connect the dots, and decided that she was, in their brief time together, becoming closer to him. She'd likely been fed propaganda by whatever kingdom she worked for that told her explicitly that his family was barbaric. What good was that doing them now, he wondered?

When Ella started falling asleep in the mans arms, he sighed and started making himself comfortable, realizing he was likely going to spend the entire night in this position. Using his feet, Marken forced his shoes off and laid his feet on top of the table, laying himself out the best he could, hoping that he was atleast a comfortable pillow to the girl in his arms. He waited for a few minutes, knowing a servant would show up. They always did after dinner, ready to fill his requests, usually for a drink or something similar.

Soon enough, the door cracked open, a boy who looked no older than fifteen walked inside, asking Marken if he needed anything. "No, however lock the door on your way out. Make it aware to the rest of the houses staff that if someone enters this room before the night is over, they won't be employed by my family any longer." His words were spoken with a completely neutral tone, Marken meaning every word he said. He would not tolerate someone like that attendant from earlier barging in. With that settled, and the door closing, Marken sighed and closed his own eyes, allowing himself to fall asleep with the girl in his arms, after adjusting both her and himself so that she wouldn't be able to move without waking him up. "Good night Ella." He doubted she would hear the words, but said them anyway. They seemed fitting.
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