You. You were the magic user with time magic that he had been seeking, so obviously he can't let you go. But you were insistent on making this as difficult as possible, for whatever reason, which frustrates him to no end. He enters your room. He'd given you the second largest room in the manor, gave you everything you wanted (except your freedom, of course), and yet you still all but spat in his face.

He sighs, sitting down at the foot of your bed. "Please, what can I do to get you to cooperate?" He asks, rubbing his head. He's growing tired of your resistance. "I don't want to have to force you to be obedient, but I will."