Robert looked up, as the prisoner next to him grabbed her. He shrugged at her, "Robert. Also it's not really the crown that I should be angered with it's me I allowed my guard down and this is where it got me." He got to his feet, his restraints clicking together as he moved. "I'm just telling you now I'll be more much of use as a trainer or a personal guard never really cooked."

He ran his hand through his black hair, he held his hands up. "Plus as long as I'm not thrown in here and the guards leave me alone theirs really no use to the restraints. As long as I'm not thrown back down here also, I could say my loyalty lies to the crown since I have no where else to go." 

He sat back down on the floor, putting his hands on his lap. He looked at the floor, "plus I don't look as myself as a slave as long as I'm not whipped when whipped I know I'm a slave not whipped I'm just someone under another's rule besides that I didn't get your name princess."