The knight held him fast to the marble floor. The cold soaking Joseph's motley in cool air. Making him shiver slightly. The knight looked deeply into his eyes. What he saw grieved him. It was like looking at a dying animal. It was just disturbing, how the jester feared him. That was never his goal, to inflict fear.
At least not to the innocent, the nice, friendly, few people out there. He kept telling himself that the thin, vulnerable, man was a murderer. Killed most of his fellow partners by throwing them off a barrier. That he tried to kill the king in some manner of ….well that was the point. He didn't know why the jester tried to kill him. He could sense it though, the determination to do such a thing in his eyes. What could inflict such determination to kill a king. That would be similar to killing a god. Then he did his duty and pulled out the shackles to restrain him.
The Jester tried to writher out of the knights hold. He found out very quickly that whatever he did, he couldn't possibly get out. He could heat-butt him again, but last time that affected him more that it did the knight. He felt the cold metal strap around his ankles. Again he panicked. What was he doing? His plan was so simple, until the knight had to show up. They wrestled to get the handcuffs on.
At first, Joseph was determined to avoid the handcuffs. He still held hope of him escaping. Moving far away. Away from this gathering place of his blood and tears. However eventually the knight over powered him in strength and stamina. His arms felt like mush anyways, so it would make no sense to fight it anyways. He felt the cold hands finally wrap around his, securing them for the time being.
The knight stood up, along with the jester, basically holding him up. The other guard came rushing in like a hurdle of bees. They shackled him, and by the kings orders, locked him in the dungeon.