I love this character so damn much.

"Three weeks. Three weeks without light. Three days of darkness. Three days chained to a damp dungeon wall. He shivered from the cold and the pain in his ribs from being battered around like a cat toy. He was just following orders. He had just been following orders. To be a good knight. To be a good prince. He looked up and winced at light of the torch. The guards forced him up on weak legs. He felt like a newborn colt. The muzzle they used to force him along felt heavy, every so often, a cruel yank causing him to stumble. He had just been following orders. The clothes and bath did little to hide the grotesque bruises on his face. The muzzle made sense now. Hide the evidence. He was put before a throne. The conquering powers. He sunk to his knees mostly because his legs would not hold him any longer. He could only hope for mercy or death now." I hope you’ll find him a wonderful slave. "The king spoke to someone on his left. He glanced up to take in his new master."

"Prince Roland felt a mix of emotions as he was picked up by his new master – fear, confusion, and a sense of defeat. He kept quiet, not wanting to provoke his new owner, but his body language conveyed his reluctance to be carried like a child."

"As he was taken out of the throne room, he couldn't help but wonder what fate lay ahead for him. Would he ever regain his freedom and former life? Or would he be stuck in this new, unfamiliar role forever?"

"As Prince Roland was being undressed by his new master, he couldn't help but feel violated and humiliated. He was just a shell of a prince now – stripped of his dignity, his freedom, and his former life. But as he soaked in the warm water, something stirred within him. It was a sense of hope – maybe his new master wasn't as cruel as he initially thought."

"He kept quiet as he was bathed, his eyes closed as he tried to block out the memories of his past. When the bath was done, he felt surprisingly relaxed and clean, and tensely awaited further instructions from his new owner."

"As Roland was being treated for his wounds, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions – gratitude and fear. He was grateful that his new master was treating him with such care and gentleness, but he was also afraid of what would happen to him next."

"He tried his best to stay still and quiet throughout the entire process, his heart pounding in his chest. When the treatment was done, he felt a lot better – a little bit of pain had been taken away, and there was less soreness."

"Feeling a little bit more at ease now that his wounds were being taken care of, he waited for his next instructions from his new owner."

"As Prince Roland was being taken by his new owner to a new room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He had no idea what this new life would entail for him. But as he was dressed in simple attire, he felt some semblance of normalcy return to him."

"When he was all dressed up, he looked down at himself and noticed how different he looked. Gone were his noble clothes and shiny armor – now he was dressed like a mere commoner. But it was fine. He knew that his position now was much different from what it used to be."

"He looked around the room, taking in his surroundings. It was not as grand as the rooms he was once used to, but it was relatively comfortable. Feeling a little calmer, he waited for further instructions from his new master."

"Prince Roland couldn't help but feel slightly taken aback by the gentle treatment he was receiving from his new master. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it – he had been raised in such a harsh environment that gentleness was not something he was used to."

"As he was brushed and made comfortable, he let out a deep sigh, feeling some of his tension dissipate. The softness of the bed was a stark contrast from the damp dungeon walls he was recently chained to."

"When he was told he could rest, he hesitated for a moment, unsure if he could actually fall asleep. But as he lay down and felt the warmth of the blanket over him, he knew that he was exhausted enough to sleep. With a quiet "thank you", he closed his eyes and drifted off into a deep slumber."

"As Prince Roland slept, he had a peaceful dream about his past life before he was taken captive. He dreamt of his family, their loving faces and comforting presence. In his dream, he felt like a prince again, a man worthy of respect and honor."

"His dream was soon interrupted by the sound of someone sitting in the room. He opened his eyes, feeling slightly disoriented for a moment. As he looked around he expected to see a guard, but instead, noticed his new master quietly reading."

"He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes as he did so. "Good morning," he mumbled as he tried to clear the sleep from his head."

"Prince Roland couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the offer. He had never been offered coffee before as a prince or a slave."

"He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he was allowed to accept such an offer, but he also couldn't deny that the thought of a hot drink was appealing to him. "Yes, please," he replied, still feeling a bit unsure about the situation."

"I...I don't know," said Roland, still feeling slightly overwhelmed by the situation. "I've never had coffee before, my lord," he admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Thank you, my lord. I appreciate your kindness," replied Roland, feeling thankful for the consideration his new master was extending to him. As the coffee mug filled up, he watched in fascination, curiosity piqued by the strange drink.

"Please do not worry about the caffeine, my lord. I have been raised as a soldier, and my body is well-acquainted with ingesting such substances," he added with a small smile, hoping to reassure his master.

Roland watched in fascination as his new master expertly set up a table for him and placed the mug of coffee, along with cream and sugar next to it. He took a sip of the drink, feeling the warmth spreading through his body along with the taste of the bitter brew.

He added a small amount of cream and sugar, and took another sip, the flavor having mellowed out slightly. It was definitely an acquired taste but he could feel himself enjoying the experience.

As he sat there, sipping on his coffee, he couldn't help but wonder about his new master's motives for extending such kindness towards him. Was this all part of some larger scheme? Or was he genuinely trying to make amends for his past treatment of Roland?

He hoped it was the latter, but he also knew better than to let his guard down so easily. For now,

Roland looked up from his coffee as his new master returned, bearing a platter of food. His stomach growled in response to the sight and smell of the warm, fresh breakfast.

"Thank you," he said with a slight nod, before digging into his food. The eggs were cooked perfectly and the bacon was crispy, making for a delicious meal.

As he ate, he couldn't help but feel a little conflicted. On one hand, he was grateful for the morning meal and the kind attention his master had given him. On the other hand, he was still a slave, to be used and abused as his master saw fit. He tried to push the thought out of his mind and focus on the warmth of the coffee and the taste of the eggs.

He finished his meal and pushed the empty plate aside. "May I ask a question, sir?"

Roland hesitated for a moment, but then decided to voice his concerns. "I am curious about what my purpose here is. I understand my position as a slave, but what do you plan to do with me? Will I always be confined to this room?" he asked in a cautious voice.

He couldn't let himself get too comfortable in his new surroundings. He still had to be prepared for the worst-case scenarios and keep his guard up.

Roland shifted in his seat, trying to read his master's expression. He could sense something off about the way he asked that question.

"Well, slaves were usually forced to do difficult labor or serve as house servants," he answered slowly. "But I was a prince in my former life. Is there any chance of me being released from slavery?"

He tried to keep his tone neutral, but he couldn't help the hint of pleading that crept into his voice.

Roland listened to his master's words, a sense of dread creeping up on him. This was not the answer he was hoping for. He had been so close to finding a way out of his predicament, but it seemed like it would be an unlikely outcome.

"I understand," he replied with a hint of resignation in his voice. "I was foolish to even hope for such a thing. I will do my best to serve you and make myself useful."

He tried to keep his tone respectful, but there was a trace of bitterness that he couldn't help.

Roland's heart sank at his master's words. He had heard rumors about the treatment of slaves before, but he had hoped they were just rumors. He couldn't believe that his life had come to this.

He swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure, even though his mind was reeling with disgust and indignation. "I understand," he said in a small voice, trying to hide the tremble in his tone.

"And...is there a way out of this?" he asked hesitantly, hoping against hope that there might be another option.

Roland breathed a small sigh of relief at his master's words. While he was still a slave, at least he wouldn't have to endure the things that he had heard others suffer. The thought of living out his days quietly was not exactly what he had envisioned for his life, but it was better than being subjected to unspeakable horrors.

"Thank you," he said, with a hint of gratitude in his voice. "I... I appreciate your generosity and understanding."

He paused for a moment, gathering his courage to ask the question that had been burning in his mind. "May I ask... why you took me as your slave? You said you haven't taken on one before."

Roland's eyes widened as he heard his master's words. He couldn't believe that he was a mere gift from a king to his son, as if he were an object to be traded or bargained with. His thoughts were interrupted by his master's assurance that he would try to protect him as much as possible.

"I... thank you. It means a lot to me," he replied, still feeling uneasy about the situation. "I understand that I am at your mercy, but I appreciate your willingness to treat me with kindness and respect."

He fell into an uncomfortable silence, not knowing quite what else to say. He wondered what would happen to him next and how he would be able to adjust to this new life.

"No, it's alright. I think I would... appreciate some company," Roland replied, still feeling uncertain about his new environment and master. "If it's not an imposition, of course."

He tried to put on a small smile, hoping that his master could help him feel less lost and alone. Deep down, Roland knew that he needed someone to guide him through this new life, even if it was someone like his captor.

"Thank you, that's very kind of you," Roland replied, feeling a small sense of relief that his master understood his apprehension. "I would like to read something if it's not too much trouble."

He shifted his weight slightly, the pain in his ribs reminding him of his vulnerable state. Despite his wounds, he knew that he had to put on a brave face if he was going to survive as a slave. With a deep breath, he tried to push his fears aside and focus on the present moment.

"I'm not particularly picky," Roland replied with a shrug, his gaze following his master as he headed towards the bookshelf. "Though I do enjoy reading adventure and historical fiction."

He watched as his master began to peruse the books, feeling a small twinge of guilt for enjoying something so trivial at a time like this. But deep down, he knew that he needed some semblance of normalcy and joy in his life, no matter how fleeting it may be.

Roland's eyes widened in surprise as his master handed him a whole series of books to read. He couldn't believe that he was being given such a generous gift, especially considering his current status as a slave.

"Thank you, truly," Roland said, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over him. "I'll be sure to read them all. I appreciate it more than words can express."

He took the book and held it tightly, knowing that it would become a source of comfort and escape during the long and lonely nights ahead of him.

"I appreciate your hospitality," Roland said, nodding his head in gratitude. "I'll be sure to take good care of the books and return them when I'm finished. As for anything else, I think I'm okay for now. But I'll be sure to let you know if I need anything."

He shifted slightly, feeling a small pang of pain in his ribs. "Actually, if it's not too much trouble, may I have some medicine for my pain? It's becoming rather unbearable."

Roland felt a wave of relief wash over him as his master went to fetch some medicine for him. He watched as the bottles were placed on the table and listened carefully to the instructions.

"Thank you, I appreciate it," Roland said, nodding his head. He picked up the glass of water and took a long sip, feeling the cool liquid soothe his dry throat. "No, I think that's all for now. Thank you for your kindness and generosity."

He felt somewhat guilty for being so grateful towards his captors, but at this moment he genuinely felt appreciative of how he was being treated.

Roland nodded in understanding, taking another sip of water before setting the glass back down. He watched as his master returned to the table and picked up their book, beginning to read.

He felt a mix of emotions inside of him - gratitude for the medicine, uncertainty about his new role as a slave, and a glimmer of hope that perhaps his new master might be different from the others. He decided to focus on the book in front of him, hoping to lose himself in the pages and forget, even if only briefly, about his current situation.

"Thank you again, I'll be sure to let you know if I need anything else," he said politely, before picking up one of the medicine bottles and reading the label.

Roland continued to read his own book in silence, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside of him. He felt grateful for the medicine and his master's company, but also uncertain about what the future held for him.

As he read on, he found himself becoming more and more engrossed in the story, losing himself in the world of the book and forgetting momentarily about his own troubles. However, every so often he would glance up at his master, wondering what they were thinking or feeling.

He cleared his throat before addressing his master once more. "Excuse me, may I ask what you're reading?"

Roland listened with interest as his master described the book they were reading. He had heard of fantasy novels before, but had never read one himself since he had been too busy with training as a knight. He found himself intrigued by the concept of a romance between a man and a minotaur, and the idea of a Medusa character who turned people to stone.

"It sounds fascinating," Roland replied, folding his hands in his lap. "I've never been much of a reader myself, but I've always admired those who can lose themselves in a good book. Perhaps I'll give it a try once I have some free time."

He paused, considering his next words. "May I ask, what drew you to this particular series? Is it the romance aspect of it, or something else?"

Roland nodded along as his master spoke, sensing their passion and enthusiasm for the series. "It sounds like a truly captivating read. I can understand your desire to experience it anew," he said.

He shifted in his seat slightly, feeling restless. "Do you often read in here? It's a nice change of pace from the dungeon. I think I could get used to it," he remarked, trying to make casual conversation.

Roland's heart sank as he realized his choice of words may have been misconstrued. "I apologize if I gave the wrong impression, my lord. I have no desire to go back to the dungeon and I appreciate the kindness of being kept up here. I was simply trying to make conversation," he explained hastily.

He let out a sigh of relief as his master offered to move him around if he wished. "Thank you, my lord. I will definitely keep that in mind. It would be nice to see different parts of the castle," he said, grateful for the opportunity to explore.

Roland listened intently, nodding at each point his master made. "Thank you for your understanding, my lord. I may have been stripped of my royal status, but I am still a knight and I understand the importance of respect towards one's superiors," he said with a small smile.

He felt a sense of relief wash over him at the thought of exploring and seeing different parts of the castle. "That sounds wonderful. I appreciate your generosity, my lord," he said, feeling grateful towards his new master.