Merlin, what had he gotten himself into the middle of? Some sort of senseless catfight that these idiot women were insistent on continuing despite the fact that he was not particularly interested in hearing any of the banal pettiness that had lead them here.

"If your marital happiness is so fragile, it will likely prove short-lived with or without Antigone's help," he remarked, as he tightened his grip on his wife's arm. His patience with both of them was rather thin, and if they insisted on continuing to screech at each other he might be forced to intervene to magically silence them. He was not going to sit her mediating their little feud, that much was certain.

"We're done here," he said with a tone of authority, to both of them. Hopefully that was the end of the discussion. He started towards the door, intending to drag Antigone out if that was what it took and leave Ellory sitting around fuming in an empty bedroom.

(Maybe he'd lock the door behind them, just to ensure that Ellory didn't try to incite anything else on their way back to the ballroom. Someone would come and find her eventually).