A Royal Rescue

The Small Child is Annoying

"Shut up!" the guard begged from outside of Remus's cell.

"Oh pooh, you're not a very fun guard," Remus whined.

"Being a prisoner isn't supposed to be fun."

"What are you gonna do? Torture me? You can't fucking torture me, Sammy told you not to."

"If your father doesn't pay the ransom then we can."

"Yeah but you still have what, six more days before you get the okay."

"I'm going to ask Master Black to give me a different position."

"Ha! Master Black?! What is he the master of? Being an idiot? Kidnapping a prince isn't a very smart move."

"I can't believe you're a prince."

"Yeah, most people don't. I love people's reactions when they first meet me, they're usually horrified the second I open my mouth."

"I can see why."

"Man, I already miss messing with my brother. He hates it when I pull pranks on him."

"I really want to knock you out."

"What an experience that will be! Wait I've already been knocked out, I kinda forgot about that. I wonder what it's like to be tortured."

The guard started groaning and rubbed his eyes, holding his staff in the crook of his elbow. He heard footsteps and straightened his back.

Black entered the hallway with a guard following him, not that he needed a guard. He had dark red hair slicked back and a clean shaven face. He wore a dark red suit and had black eyes. A scar was on his right check but still looked young. Despite his appearance, he was almost forty.

He smiled warmly at Remus's guard and said, "You're dismissed."

"Thank you," the guard sighed.

The guard that came with Black took his place and the first one left. Black entered the cell calmly and Remus smiled at him.

"Your royal highness," Black gave him a small bow.

"Sammy I assume?" Remus asked, Black nodded, "Damn, I was hoping you'd at least have black hair, you don't really live up to your last name. Although your eyes don't disappoint much."

"You're quite the chatterbox."

"Meh, I've been worse."

"You're an interesting one. How has your stay been so far?"

"It's been so boring! I mean, someone comes in to untie me so I can eat. Didn't really expect to be fed when I was first kidnapped, thought I'd be tortured."

"Why's that?"

"I dunno, isn't that what typically happens when people get kidnapped?"

"Not always, and I don't like to torture humans."

"Hmm, not gonna lie, that sounds a bit boring."

"You have a gruesome mind."

"Thanks! I'm told I get it from my intrusive thoughts."

"You have intrusive thoughts?"

"Yup! It's a bit interesting, I think about some really funny things, and do some really funny things."

"Do you want to get rid of the thoughts? I can do that for you."

"I mean at this point I don't care, but why would you do that for me?"