Jude grips your wrist so as to keep your from shoving at his chest further, “Darling, I’ve never lied to you.” He uses his real accent now.

He’d met you approximately a year ago, when his ship wrecked and he was the only surviving man. He swam to shore and found you and your group of bandits.

You’d taken him in, cared for him, fed him. And he turns out to be a prince. The prince of a corrupt nation, one your group rebels against. Now you’re locked in a cell in the palace. His doing.