Jisung's lips curls in a sneer at the dinner presented to him. A commoner might find it acceptable, extravagant, even- but even the suggestion of comparing Jisung to a commoner is ludicrous. He recognizes the plate in front of him for what it is- inedible slop.

Everything about his current situation is just as unbearable as this particular meal. He's... kidnapped, really, there's no other way to put it. Although being kidnapped would suggest that he's been taken from a place that he would like to be, and considering his palace home was ransacked by the men of the same person who'd taken him from it, he doesn't think he'd rather be there. It's tainted now.

He supposes it could be worse. He hasn't been harmed (though he has been manhandled by commoner filth), and he does have a bed- a poor excuse for one. He's able to roam about, not locked in one room like the victims in some of those fiction novels he'd enjoyed entertaining himself with as a teenager. But it could also be far better.

This is all that stupid cat's fault.

The half-human, half- what is he again, a leapord? Jisung doesn't bother to remember. 'Lee Know', he likes to call himself, but Jisung isn't going to dignify his piss-poor attempt to give himself some stupid nickname. Especially not after he'd pulled Jisung from his very nice bed in the middle of the night and kept him here. Really, if he was going to kidnap a prince, he could've at least done it appropriately. Respectfully.