When Jack woke, he felt heavy. Everything hurt. But he was laying on something soft and felt warm. He opened his eyes slowly. There was a heavy blanket covering him and the room looked unfamiliar. He shifted and groaned. Ow. A soft growl caught his attention. Looking down to the foot of the rather elegant bed, a tiger sat staring at him. Jack froze, his thoughts thick and foggy. Big animal with teeth, not good. However, the animal chuffed at him before getting up and heading for the door. He blinked, what was going on?

He drifted in and out of drowsy listlessness once the tiger had left. Was he dead? No, he could feel his body and the copious number of bruises. He was snapped out of his sludgy thoughts when a gloved hand gently touched his forehead. His ruby eyes opened to see the man with the armor.

"You…" His voice was hoarse and quiet, "you…saved me…" The man had a vague smile on his face. He was…very handsome.

"My name is Chase Young, I am the master of this castle."

"Are you a prince?"

"Not exactly."

"You look like one."

Chase's smile turned into a smirk. "Yes, I do. What is your name?"

"Jack…just Jack." His eyes felt heavy again, his skin ached.

"Alright, just Jack. I'm going to heal you. It is going to sting." Chase placed a hand on his chest, his eyes beginning to glow. Jack blinked, unable to move. Was this man…a warlock? Blue-black tendrils wisped out of Chase's hand and seeped into Jack's flesh. It did indeed sting, but it was a dull one next to the aches Jack already felt. But, after a moment, the pain started to fade. Jack felt more spry, his thoughts getting lighter and more stream-lined.

When Chase pulled his hand away, Jack pushed himself up. He pushed up his sleeves, the bruises and rope burns were gone. He felt completely rejuvenated.

"I'm okay…" He looked up at Chase before bringing his hands together and bowing his head. "Thank you, I…I owe you my life. What can I do to repay you?"

"…why don't we start with how you came to be tied in my home in the first place."