It was not particularly nice in here. Very dark and kind of cold to him, actually, but that might have just been nerves. Either way, he supposed it made sense that prisoners kept here would not exactly be allowed much comfort. 

Walking up to the cells, he could see the queen already at the bars. "Your Majesty. Please forgive my late arrival," he gave a quick bow. At her command, he nodded and turned, seeing Genevieve sitting in the corner of the cell across from this one. Kneeling down in front of the cell door, he peered into the lock for a moment before selecting three keys to try. Lucky for him, the second one turned out be the one he needed, and the door opened with a creak. The servant rushed over to Genevieve, offering a hand to help her up. "Princess, we must go quickly. They should be out for a while longer, but we can't risk losing any time." 

Looking at her, Aeden couldn't help but feel a slight ache at the expression she wore. He had honestly hoped that things would never come to this, but now that they had, it was obviously affecting her greatly. He wished that he could comfort her somehow, but he wasn't sure what kind of action would even be appropriate at that point. Besides that, getting her to safety was his top priority at the moment. They had to get out now if he wanted to be able to help her in any way later. Pulling her to her feet, he turned and walked back to the other cell to examine the lock.