Cyrus roared in frustration at the sheer unfairness of it all. Taking deep breaths to calm down, the Prince shot a death glare at the lion. There was no point in fighting, he wasn't powerful enough. "Kings and emperor's are just men, Monsieur Leon." He mused aloud. 

But Ralarulash had a valid point. It hurt that he was worth less than the goats and cattle in the pen. Maybe a soul of steel didn't protect him from the words of a mighty winged lion. "I will not attack you this night." The prince stated firmly, golden eyes flickering. 

Hough honor was worth more than his life, the crown was more important than such a matter like honor. "Mr. Leon, I'm not sure how you will do it, but I'm willing to give you my freedom. In exchange for a feather, that is. You shall take my freedom..." The thought mortified him. What would happen? Would he become a slave to the lion? No, that couldn't be... 

Picking up his muffler, Cyrus dusted it of any sand and wrapped it around his neck.