You were royalty, he knew that. But that didn't stop him from nonchalantly clinging to the bars of the prison cell whenever you'd come down to help feed the prisoners.

He couldn't help when his teasing words slipped when it was his turn to be given food. It was simply routine for him at this point. How could he resist such an opportunity to poke and prod at the heir to the throne.

He eyed you with half-lidded eyes and a lazy grin, foot crossed over the other as he put his face just close enough to the iron bars that restrained him.

"Miss me that much, huh, Doll? Just had to come back here and feed lil' ol' me."